-DARK ROMANCE 🔞-
It all started with an arranged marriage.
"Don't look at me like that sparkles, you may fall in love" he said in his deep voice looking into her eyes while biting his lower lips.
wiping tears she smiled at that and started move t...
A long audible raspy breath left her lips as she leaned back while closing her eyes. Her back aching in pain which was snaking up towards her upper back to which she let out a deep sensual growl.
The paint brush which was in between her finger was now dropped onto the small pot of water as she straightened her back while massaging them with one of her hands.
With closed eyes, she moved her head left to right in a way which made a satisfied cracking voice. A voice of bones snapping, making her neck and back to relax from that creaking pain
Spreading her both legs on the floor, Storm rested her palms on the floor behind her while taking in the sight in front of her.
A painting.
It was a beautiful painting.
Sure she took all her sweet time with this little piece of colour as she prefers it that way since it keeped her occupied.
The moment she was back, Storm had been keeping herself in her own little self painting as that's the only thing which kept her at bay and gave a sense of calmness for the second.
It was his painting. Mixing the colours well into a beautiful picture of him drowning into the depth of water yet his face looked more peaceful than anything.
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(Credit of this beautiful painting to the rightful owner)
Her eyes running through each detail of colours being stroked on canvas which she used, eyes furrowing with evident pout on her lips.
One look onto the painting, anyone would be captivated by the beauty of colours and wouldn't mind spending a good few minutes capturing the painting and taking their time.
But not Storm.
She has tried hard to pour that image she had in her mind onto the canvas with all the colours she had with herself.
She really did.
But for her, it wasn't satisfying.
It didn't feel right.
There was something oddly missing and Storm didn't know what.
Gaze shifting towards her wooden palette on the floor, her eyes ran through each colour and even some messed up tissues which she used to clean as her head became a haze. Still not understanding what to point out.
Storm doesn't understand what she was missing out to complete that void she was feeling while having an eye onto the painting.
Turning back she saw the resting figure of Taehyung.
Sighing out she squished the tip of the cigarette on the ashtray and got up towards the bathroom to clean her hands since they were tainted with dried paints.
