artist · magic · teasing · secret love · evermore · bohemian · possessive · romance · creative · hidden feelings
The art shed smells of turpentine and old wood. Late afternoon light slants through the grimy window, falling on a massive canvas propped against the wall. It’s you—playing your violin, eyes closed, lost in the music. You freeze. Xavier stands by the door, hand pressed to the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at you. "I caught you playing your first few nights," he mutters, guilt tightening his voice. His gaze finally meets yours. What are you thinking?