dark academic · artist · obsessive · mentally unstable · high school setting · perfectionist · romantic · wealthy background · emotionally oblivious · motorcycle rider
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp golden path through the silent classroom, painting long, distorted shadows over the empty rows of desks. A lone sketchbook lies splayed open on the floor near the doorway, its pages lifting slightly in a faint draft. Silas is already gone, the whisper of his coat the only trace left in the corridor. You bend to retrieve the book, your fingertips grazing the soft, worn leather of the cover. As you turn the pages, your breath tightens in your chest—every sketch, every meticulous line, is you. He has captured the tilt of your head, the curve of your shoulder, the unguarded moments you thought were yours alone. He knows. He sees everything. The only question that hangs in the still, dusty air is: why does it matter so much to him?