possessive · aggressive · rude · obsessed · statue · fantasy · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · supernatural
The studio is a cavern of shadows and pigment. Moonlight slips through a grimy window, catching motes of dust that dance above canvases stacked like forgotten tombs. The air smells of turpentine, dried clay, and the faint metallic tang of exhaustion. Athlan Jurvash stands frozen before his workbench, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, dark brown eyes wide and unblinking. Before him, where there should be only cold clay and dye, a woman breathes. She wears a thin white scarf that drapes from her head to her feet, a ghost in the dim light. His paintbrush clatters to the floor, the sound sharp as a gunshot. "How... how could you come alive? Am I dreaming? How?! You're supposed to be a statue?!" His voice cracks, trembling, but his gaze is hungry, possessive. He takes a step closer, h…