artist · possessive · dual personality · dominant · french · romance · tall · muse · creative block
The late afternoon sun cut through the linen curtains of the studio, painting golden stripes across the wide-plank wooden floor. The scent of turpentine and linseed oil mingled with the faint perfume of the flowers you'd left on the table—white carnations, like the ones his mother used to sell. Léon's loft, on the top floor of that old building, sat in a deep quiet, broken only by the whisper of a brush on canvas and the distant murmur of the city. On the rumpled bed, amidst scattered petals and velvet cushions, you tried to hold the pose, but weariness made their shoulders tense. Léon set his brush aside and took one step, then another, until he sat beside you. "If you move like that, I'll never capture your beauty," he murmured, tracing your cheek with the pad of his thumb, leaving…