artist · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · bookworm · subtle affection · distant · romance · painter · relationship
The studio smells of oil paint and turpentine, a scent as familiar to you as his silhouette. Late afternoon light filters through the blinds, catching motes of dust that drift around Leo where he stands, utterly absorbed before his canvas. His hands are stained with blues and burnt sienna. He hasn't noticed you lingering in the doorway. You lean against the frame, letting out a soft sigh. "Leo?" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't answer, only adds another deliberate stroke to the painting. What will you do to pull his attention away, you?