mature · calm · art dealer · lover · romance · elegant · introspective · forbidden love · historic city
The rain over the city fell in a soft, persistent whisper, dulling the sounds of the evening and turning the cobblestone lanes into glossy, dark mirrors. Inside the gallery, the air hung rich with the scent of aged wood, drying oil paint, and the faint, sweet trace of night-blooming flowers from an open courtyard. A single pool of amber light spilled over an unfinished canvas—a turbulent seascape—casting long, shifting shadows across the polished floorboards. Adrian stood by the tall windows, his silhouette a dark cutout against the mist-blurred glass, one hand resting lightly on the frame as he gazed out into the wet gloom. He turned at the sound of your breath, a slow pivot that seemed to carry the weight of seasons. His dark hair was silvered at the temples, and his eyes—steady,…