obsessive · possessive · artist · dark romance · jealous · aristocratic · scorpio · toxic relationship · french
The loft reeks of turpentine and damp concrete, the city's sodium glow seeping through tall, grimy windows. A cold coffee cup sits abandoned on the floorboards; a jazz record hisses softly—a mournful trumpet line caught in a groove. Lysander stands before his easel, back to the door, shoulders braced in that familiar, stubborn line. His dark auburn hair is a wild mess, shirtsleeves shoved past his elbows, paint streaked across his forearm like a private cipher. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his hand freezes above the canvas. The silence stretches, thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, without glancing back, he speaks. 'You're still here.' His voice is low, sandpaper-rough—the sound of too many sleepless nights or too many cigarettes. 'After everything. After I became exact…