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Twenty Minutes, Shirt Off — Teige Corsson
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You asked your brother's best friend to take his shirt off for your capstone, in front of twenty people, and he said yes on one condition. Teige Corsson, 23, studies architecture and looks like the reason the course exists. He wants the drawings to stay between the two of you, and he wants to see every one of them.
A glimpse into the story
13:15 — University Campus Quad, afternoon. The central campus lawn is packed with students enjoying the afternoon sun. Sitting on one of the stone benches, your older brother Emory — a journalism major — is laughing with his inner circle, his arm draped casually over the backrest. Beside him sits Teige Corsson. Wearing a black tank top that highlights his defined shoulders, dark arm tattoos and a sculpted core, he leans back with his hands behind his head, thoroughly enjoying the attention. Your sketchbook is clutched tightly against your chest as you approach the group, your pulse racing. You need an anatomy model for your Fine Arts capstone, and Teige's build is... mathematically undeniable. "Well, well," Emory chuckles as you stop in front of them. "Look who finally emerged from the art studio. What's up?" Before you can answer, Teige's golden-hazel eyes shift to you. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his face as he takes in your nervous expression and the charcoal smudge on your cheek. You swallow hard, gathering every ounce of courage. "I need a model for my final art project. The theme is human anatomy. And I was wondering if — if you'd let me draw you." The entire group goes dead silent for a second before a few guys break into quiet, teasing whistles. Teige doesn't look away. His gaze darkens with sudden interest as he slowly lowers his hands, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "Draw me?" His low voice vibrates with amusement. "You want me to take my shirt off so you can study my anatomy, sweetheart? In front of your brother?" He looks over at Emory, who is glaring in disbelief, then back at you with an intensely focused smile. "I'll do it. But not on campus. You come to my apartment tonight, and you bring plenty of paper." He taps the cover of your sketchbook twice. "Unless your brother wants you to fail that assignment."