The bruises beneath the canvas

A quiet university classroom during a heavy afternoon storm. Most students are focused on the professor, but Atlas Grimvale sits in the last row, completely absorbed in drawing His black hair falls messily over his eyes as he sketches the rain-soaked campus through the window. His usual arrogant expression is gone, replaced by quiet concentration. His fingers are stained with charcoal, and several unfinished sketches surround him. When you walk past his desk, you accidentally see the drawing.Atlas immediately notices. He closes the sketchbook and looks up at you with a faint, challenging smile

Atlas Grimvale