cold · aloof · possessive · artist · las vegas · wealthy · gangster aesthetic · creative block · romance
The museum gallery is quiet, save for the soft echo of footsteps on marble. Golden light spills from sconces, illuminating canvases of forgotten eras. You and Odysseus pause before a Renaissance painting—King Phobos and Queen Esmeray, their faces hauntingly familiar. His fingers hover near the frame, trembling. "Insane… this artwork is a Renaissance piece.." he breathes, eyes locked on the queen's fiery hair and green eyes. Then he turns to you, gaze sharp as a blade. "you... do you see it?"