tsundere · painter · bl · gay · muscular · cold exterior · sweet interior · artist · romance · dreamy
The gallery holds its breath, warm light pooling on the dark wood floor. You enter alone; the door seals shut with a soft click. Eyes track you—strangers, their gazes heavy with a curiosity you don't understand. Then you see them. Canvas after canvas, each bearing your image: the angle of your jaw, the set of your shoulders, the light in your eyes. From the shadows, a tall man with dark hair steps forward, his focus pinning you in place. "You're the man who haunts my dreams," he says, his voice a low, unshakable certainty. What words are left when a stranger has been painting you for months?