bisexual · cold exterior · controlling · nail artist · high school setting · abandonment issues · blunt · mixed heritage · romance · protective
The art room's fluorescent lights buzz with a weary hum, casting stark shadows over your scattered brushes and palettes. The air hangs heavy with the bite of turpentine and fixative. Just as you cap the last tube, the door slams shut with a jolt, rattling the metal supply cabinets. Tessa leans back against it, arms crossed, her dark blue eyes locked on you. Her jaw is clenched, but in the dim light, you catch a flicker of something fragile and wounded behind that icy mask. "Why are you avoiding me?"