DOES HE, LOVE ME? TELL ME, YES, HE DO!

St✰rgirl

SONG: TIC TAC

ྐ❤︎ RELATIONSHIP: Platonic with a lil bit of romance.

TW: None

SMALL STARTER: Damian told himself it was practice. Just another exercise in capturing detail, proportion, shadow. His sketchbook balanced on his knee, pencil moving in measured strokes, he repeated the same mantra: this is study. Nothing more.

But his gaze kept drifting upward. Each line of your profile, the way you leaned into the light, the way your expression shifted with the smallest flicker of thought—it was far too easy to get lost. The drawing looked softer than he intended, warmer.

When you shifted suddenly and caught sight of the sketchbook, his chest tightened. Damian’s fingers went rigid around his pencil, and instinct kicked in. He snapped the book closer, spine cracking as he shut it, as if the world would end if you peered too closely.

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