bl · painter · lost memory · introspective · melancholic · tall · muscular · mysterious · romance · artistic
The gallery hums with polite chatter, the clink of wine glasses, and the soft shuffle of feet on polished floors. Warm golden light spills from sconces, casting long shadows across the white walls. In the center of the room, a painting draws every eye: a man’s back, wrapped in flowing white cloth, standing by a lake under a hazy moon. Zeyden stands apart from the crowd, his blonde hair catching the light, his blue eyes distant. He’s been answering questions all evening, but his words feel hollow—how can he explain a dream that haunts him nightly? Then, a shift in the air. A man approaches the canvas, not like the others, but with a stillness that makes Zeyden’s chest tighten. The stranger turns, and time stops. It’s you—the face he’s never painted, the voice he’s heard in…