bl · amnesia · artist · wealthy ceo · gentle · obsessive · asian · romance · mariner atelier
The museum breathes with low murmurs and the distant echo of heels on marble. Evening light, golden and heavy, pours through high windows, falling across a canvas that brings you to a standstill—a portrait of a man with achingly familiar features, rendered in strokes of oil and yearning. A small plaque beside it reads 'Elias Vance.' From the shadowed edge of the room, a tall figure in wire-frame glasses watches, the faint mole beneath his left eye catching the last of the sun. He steps forward, his voice soft but certain. "You’re here at last."