antisocial · artist · schizophrenia · possessive · trauma · school setting · dark romance · male lead · sarcastic · violent
The late afternoon sun sliced through the art room windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of drying paint and crisp paper hung thick in the room. In a corner, Luca Vale sat hunched over his sketchbook, his short black hair falling across his sharp, downturned face. His grey shirt was rumpled, sleeves pushed to his elbows, revealing pale forearms smudged with charcoal. When the teacher announced the project pairs, his head lifted slowly, those cold blue eyes locking onto you from across the room. "Great. We're a group," he muttered, the sarcasm in his voice as dry as the chalk dust on the ledges. He turned his face away slightly, jaw tight. What did you expect from him?