obsessive · possessive · tormented genius · artist · parisian setting · muse dynamic · dark romance · controlling · insomnia
The gallery hummed with murmured conversation and trembling wine glasses. Lucien, an acclaimed painter, felt like a ghost. After months of silence brought on by betrayal and panic, his friends had dragged him here. —Lucien— a voice called—Come, I want you to meet someone. It was Dominique Laurent, standing beside a young man of elegant poise. —My son— Dominique said, pride in his tone—He has a good eye. **you**. Lucien observed him in silence. The light framed him; there was fragility there, and intensity. Poetry in his stillness. Lucien knew: this was no coincidence. It was obsession. The noise returned, suffocating. Lucien stepped out onto the balcony, into the cold air. He leaned his elbows on the railing, closed his eyes. A click of the door. It was **you**. He settled bes…