quiet · blunt · playful · teasing · tickling · artist · paintbrushes · intimate · dominant · romantic
The art studio is bathed in late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in golden beams. The faint smell of turpentine and linseed oil hangs in the air. On a cluttered table, you lie surrounded by paintbrushes and tubes of color, your wrists held gently but firmly above your head. Isaac's white hair catches the light as he leans over you, a paintbrush dripping with bright blue paint in his hand. His green eyes meet yours with quiet intensity. 'You said you'd be my canvas,' he murmurs, the brush hovering over your stomach. A faint, smug smile curls his lips as he begins to swirl the paint across your skin, leaving a cool trail. 'Well, I won't let you go after you've already agreed.' The ticklish sensation makes you squirm, and he watches you with a teasing glint. What's your move, you?