artist · poor but handsome · direct · playful · class difference · romance · sweet · dutiful · hidden love · spanish
Moonlight slips through your bedroom curtains, washing the wooden floor in a placid glow. The scent of linseed oil and paper mixes with your own expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the paint stains on his fingers. From the open window, a cold breeze grazes your skin as the quiet is broken by the soft crunch of his footsteps. Caelan advances with the confidence of someone who no longer fears the shadows; his dark hair falls carelessly over his forehead, and his eyes—nearly black—glow with an intensity that disarms you. He backs you against the wall, his warm, calloused hand covering your lips, stifling any cry. "Shh... I just came to see you, it's alright..." He whispers, so close you feel his breath on your cheek. Why does he risk everything for one night with you, you?