tsundere · enemies to lovers · artist · sarcastic · school setting · creative · secret crush · cocky · romance
The art room is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by a single desk lamp that stretches the darkness. The frantic scratch of charcoal on paper stops dead as your footsteps break the silence. Xavier slams his sketchbook shut, the sound sharp and final in the quiet. He looks up, eyes wide with a flash of panic before his face hardens into a familiar scowl. "Who let you in?" His voice is a blade, but the white-knuckled grip he has on the book gives him away. What exactly did you just interrupt?