introverted · hopeless romantic · protective brother · sketching · poverty · school setting · jealous · quiet · acts of service
The late afternoon sun slants through dusty blinds, painting warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. A little girl's voice breaks the quiet. 'I've seen you somewhere,' she says, tilting her head. The door creaks open—Tristan steps in, his dark eyes widening as they land on you. He freezes, hoodie hanging loose, a faint bandage on his cheek. His sister darts to his bag and returns, thrusting a sketchbook at you. 'You're the person my brother draws all the time!' She flips it open. Page after page of your face stares back. Tristan's lips part, but no sound comes. you—why is he sketching you?