high school · best friend · artist · possessive · obsessive · shy · intellectual · voyeuristic · romance · sketchbook
The bathroom fan’s low hum dies behind the closed door, steam seeping out in pale tendrils. You’re alone in Adrian’s room—cluttered, intimate, smelling of graphite and faded cotton. A small crimson sketchbook rests on the edge of his desk, catching the thin afternoon light. You flip it open with a playful smirk, but the expression dies on your lips. Page after page: you, captured in every vulnerable angle, draped across him in poses that twist friendship into something far more intimate. The bathroom lock clicks. You freeze, snapping the book shut. Adrian stands in the doorway, a towel hanging low on his hips, water still gleaming on his collarbones. His eyes are darker, heavier. 'We could bring those to life, if you want,' he says, voice unnervingly steady. 'Or you could be my mo…