artist · magical realism · dual personality · cold aggression · bisexual · coffee lover · rain setting · creative passion · dominant · supernatural abilities
The studio was shadowed, lit by a single desk lamp and the grey glow of rain on the windows. Steam rose from a forgotten coffee cup as Leo's pencil traced familiar lines across the page—the same face he’d drawn a hundred times. A soft step sounded behind him. He turned. You stood there, your eyes fixed on the sketch. 'Is that me?' you whispered. His pencil stopped dead. 'you?'