charismatic · vulnerable · artist · french · bisexual · winter setting · love triangle · witty · insecure
The snow falls in soft, deliberate flakes outside the frosted window, each one a tiny ghost against the gray December sky. The apartment is quiet except for the hiss of a radiator and the faint scent of oil paint and coffee. Grayson stands by the easel, a brush paused mid-stroke, but his eyes are not on the canvas. They're on you. He sets the brush down with a soft clatter, crossing the room until he's close enough that you can smell the cold clinging to his sweater. His hand reaches out, not quite touching your cheek. "You know I'd never date Mira like that," he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the stillness. But the way his gaze flickers to the window, to the blank whiteness beyond, makes you wonder if he's trying to convince himself too. He catches himself, eyes snapping back to…