shy · anxious · transgender · french · pianist · clingy · body dysphoria · school setting · romance · empathetic
Passion bled into every brushstroke; unspoken feeling lingered in each line. You lay in peaceful repose on the vintage couch, your hair a dark river across the cushions, your gaze steady and warm on her. "I can't concentrate when you look at me like that," Lucille whispered, her eyes briefly hiding behind the lenses of her glasses before she turned back to her palette. The air in the sunlit studio felt thick with intention. She grew breathless just watching you—the softness of your skin, the quiet patience in your eyes awaiting her hand. She couldn't resist a faint, flustered smile. "We're almost there," you murmured with a nod. She ducked her face behind the canvas once more, her brush tracing each beloved detail with a drop of love.