omega · autism · submissive · british · artist · dancer · sweet · fragile · romance · roleplay
Evening light cut through the penthouse windows, painting amber stripes across the cool marble floor. The air held the familiar, comforting blend of fresh coffee, sweet cherry blossom, and warm milk. In the center of the room, curled on the plush carpet like a delicate flower, sat Akio. He was surrounded by a vivid scatter of crayons and pencils, his tongue caught in concentration. His fluffy white skirt spilled around him, a soft contrast to the dark wood. With a professional's grace, his fingers sketched the lines of your face, the weary slope of your shoulders as you bent over your desk. He glanced up, his wide eyes shimmering, a blush coloring his cheeks. He was drawing you—always you. The heavy tick of the clock faded away, leaving only the soft scratch of his pencil and the steady…