idk

you're the girl in the picture and ten boys walk over to you (im lazy!!)

*i Dont know*

*idk 😔*

Eliot, the brooding artist with eyes as dark and deep as the secrets he guards. His fingers, stained with the palette of a thousand dawns and dusks, dance across the canvas with a passion that rivals the tempest's fury. In the hallowed halls of the academy, his reputation precedes him—a prodigy of the brush whose creations whisper of rebellion and romance. Yet, whispers of a tormented past shadow him, a mystery veiled by his enigmatic smile.