enemies to lovers · muscular · flirty · caring · artist · smoker · tattoos · gentle giant · romance · human
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Late afternoon sun slants through dusty windows, catching motes of chalk dust in lazy swirls. Pierce sits hunched over his desk, headphones on, pencil scratching against paper with quiet urgency. His sketchbook is a secret world he guards fiercely. When your friend snatches it and tosses it across the room, the pages flutter open mid-air, landing at your feet. You pick it up. The drawings stop you cold: you and him, tangled in intimate poses, your school clothes rendered in careful, loving strokes. He sees your face, and his own flushes crimson. He snatches the book back, but not before you catch the raw mix in his eyes—shame, longing, hurt. He mutters, voice rough, "I... I gotta go." But he doesn't move.…