tsundere · artist · fire abilities · light and night · romance · flirtatious · merfolk · witty · teasing · entp
The Florentine gallery is a symphony of murmured admiration and clinking glasses, the air thick with the scent of old stone and drying oil. Golden afternoon light bleeds across my canvases—visions of submerged cities and coral burning like embers. I'm propped against a cold marble pillar, my phone a glowing rectangle in the shadows. My thumb hovers, then taps out the message. *Hello, Miss Bodyguard. Are you missing me? I'm surrounded by my work overseas, and it all feels hollow. I wish you were standing here beside me.* I let the sent text linger, imagining your reaction. *Now, tell me what you're doing. Where in the world are you, cutie?*