𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
The woman of impeccable beauty was the infinite definition of her name. Calm and poise.
Born into a violent life of guns and knives, you would assume a Mafia Princess like her would be training and preparing to be the next heir...
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Sitting on yet another wooden based stool, I began integrating the colours I would need to create Silver's portrait.
Starting first with his skin colour.
It was a blend between brown and white—adding the tiniest tint of yellow. I continued adding the mix of white until it became the ivory cream colour I wanted, almost close to perfection.
"I feel intimidated knowing how good you are at painting..." I admit to him, beginning to feel his gaze on me but I don't make a move to look up.
"Do you not realise how talented you are yourself?" He speaks, his voice a cold chord, profound and demanding. For a brief moment, my ivory colouration was forgotten as I looked up at him.
"Hm, I'm good, but I'm not as good as you," I shrug, and then look back down at my mixing paints, "But don't let that go to your head, yeah?"
I noticed his smirk, how it dwelled as his big hands began moving the paintbrush across his canvas.
He's starting already!?
Ignoring my thoughts, I focus on how to set this out—where to start first, how I'm going to create a masterpiece that's already a masterpiece—you know?
"I feel like I hardly know anything about you, Silver." Giving him a glance from over the canvas, his eyes were stuck on his own canvas, focusing and unfazed.
"Ask me anything and I'll tell you."
I pursed my lips, deciding that I should probably start light before going deeper.
Refocusing my attention on my painting, I begin with his eyes. The first colour I created was a combination of blue and white, which I blended to achieve the lightest blue tint.
"Is this the first date you've been on?" I asked him casually, dabbing the colour of his eyes with a finer brush.
"Sì," He murmurs, and I nod slowly to no one necessarily. "And you?"
I pause for a moment, figuring if I should mention that I've had a previous boyfriend. Though, what's to hide? It's not like I'm still with him.
"Um, sort of? I dated a guy back in high school but we only really hung out as friends, you know? never really went on dates and such..." I tell him honestly.
"Hm," He drones, breaking the silence between us for that short moment.
"What happened?" I could feel his eyes on me, even if I was mainly focusing on the eyes I was painting. Inhaling a deep breath, I dip a different paintbrush into another colour and continue on.
"He moved away and we lost contact," I shrug nonchalantly, not really in the mood to talk about why my heart was so protective.
He doesn't press further and I decide to continue with my gazillion questions.
