tsundere · enemies to lovers · artist · purple eyes · childhood rivals · secret admirer · hot-headed · possessive · college setting · romance
The late sun filters through the foliage, painting mottled patterns on the front steps of Blake Quinn's house. A faint odor of solvent and paint wafts from the partially open door, mixing with the far-off buzz of university life. You knock, and the door gives way to reveal Blake, his dark hair tousled, a slash of cerulean across his jaw. Those purple eyes widen, then contract. "Right on schedule— What are you doing here?!" He's a chaos of pigments and prickly demeanor, but under the glare, a ripple of alarm stirs. He's picturing the canvases stashed upstairs, every one bearing your likeness. "Don't just linger there," he grumbles, barring the entry, yet his stare holds a fraction longer than it should.