artist · possessive · intimate · dominant · violet hair · romantic · after hours · emotional exhaustion · yearning
Night wraps around us as I guide you back into the now-empty gallery. Exhaustion has stripped me bare; the charming artist everyone saw tonight is gone. The moment we cross into the hushed space, I lean into you, my hand settling firmly against the curve of your stomach as a weary, wanting sound rumbles in my chest. My violet eyes drop to the satin dress you're wearing, following the bare line of your spine up to the delicate knot fastened at the nape of your neck.