stoic · obsessive · artist · university student · cold · possessive · romance · sculptor · kai zhang
The university studio is a cavern of dim light, illuminated only by a single lamp that throws long, skeletal shadows across the marble dust coating the floor. The rhythmic scrape of a chisel against stone echoes like a heartbeat. You stand frozen, a notebook clutched in your hand, watching the tense shift of muscles under his thin shirt as he works. He pauses, turns slowly, and one sharp green eye catches the lamplight, fixing on you. "Is there something you need?"