Crafting The Lust

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Felix stepped ahead following the maid, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes swept over the grandeur of the palace before him.

The towering spires reached into the sky, gleaming under the sunlight, while the intricate carvings on the stone walls seemed to tell stories of a history he could only imagine. The air around him felt heavy with the weight of centuries, every corner of the palace whispering secrets he was too afraid to uncover.

He had heard tales of such places, where kings and queens ruled with authority that could crush a man, but seeing it in person was different,overwhelming, even.

The sheer scale of everything made him feel small, insignificant. The wide marble steps leading up to the massive doors were polished to a shine, and he hesitated for a moment before taking his first step, half-expecting the ground to give way beneath him.

The guards flanking the entrance stood like statues, their stern faces betraying nothing as they watched him approach. Felix couldn’t help but wonder what they thought of him, a common painter, brought to this majestic place for reasons he wasn’t entirely sure of himself.

His heart raced as he passed them, the echo of his footsteps on the stone floor resonating in his ears, amplifying the nervousness thrumming through his veins.

Inside, the palace was even more breathtaking. The ceilings soared high above, adorned with intricate frescoes that seemed almost alive, the colors vivid and mesmerizing. Chandeliers hung like constellations, their crystals catching the light and casting a warm, golden glow throughout the hall.

Felix’s eyes darted around, trying to take it all in, the rich artistic decorations lining the walls, the ornate furniture, the sheer opulence of it all. It was a world far removed from the simplicity of his studio, where the scent of paint and canvas always lingered in the air.

His fingers itched with the urge to capture the scene before him, to translate the overwhelming beauty into strokes of his brush, but he knew he couldn’t. Not here. Not now. He was here for a purpose, one that weighed heavily on his shoulders. The grandeur around him only served to remind him of the expectations placed upon him, the pressure to create something worthy of these surroundings, of the people who lived within them.

As he followed the maid deeper into the palace, Felix’s mind raced. Each step felt like he was being drawn further into a labyrinth, one he wasn’t sure he could navigate. The corridors seemed endless, each one leading to more rooms, more wealth, more power. He could feel the eyes of the paintings on the walls following him, their gazes judging, questioning whether he truly belonged here.

Finally, they arrived at a set of double doors, and the maid pushed them open, revealing a lavish chamber bathed in sunlight. The room was fit for royalty plush carpets, silken drapes, a grand bed that looked like it had never been slept in.

Felix swallowed hard, feeling out of place in such splendor. He was used to rougher accommodations, living with the bare essentials, and this room felt like a dream he might wake up from at any moment.

“This will be your quarters during your stay, Master Yongbok,” the maid said, her voice polite but distant, as if she had spoken these words countless times before. “If you require anything, please do not hesitate to ask.”

Felix nodded, though he couldn’t find his voice to reply. She gave a slight bow before leaving him alone in the room, the doors closing with a soft click behind her.

He stood there for a long moment, his eyes roving over the space that was now his, at least for the duration of his stay. The bed, the furniture, even the air itself felt too luxurious, too foreign.

Felix walked to the window, pushing aside the heavy curtains to look out over the palace grounds. The gardens stretched out below him, meticulously manicured, with fountains that sparkled in the sunlight. It was beautiful, but it also felt like a gilded cage, and Felix couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped.

He inhaled the soft breath that flourishing under the sunlight, giving him a warmth. He gently smiled, oh did he forget this wasn't supposed to be heaven for him, it's a literal cage, a resistance to the labyrinth.

As his mind travelled along with eyes, his vision got stuck at the garden standing king and queen into each other's embrace. He couldn't sought anything under this immaculate nature than that scene.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin's heart was desperate, even holding the queen so close to him. His gaze trailed, looking for that blonde who had dissappered into the walls of palace.

As he sought the presence of the painter, just his ramnate, he found out that the painter was also staring at him, from the   chamber seemingly prepared for the painter which was in about third floor of palace. His lips curve into the grin of relief and ecstasy by the sight, as he softly stroke his queen's locks.

Felix couldn't changed his glance away, in fact his mind was blank he himself didn't know why he was too occupied to look at that demon, he just don't know. The figure of the king was blurr in his sight but he could see that the king was staring at him.

And another second he saw that the king pulled the queen, clasping their lips together. Felix stopped motioning within his heartbeat at the sight, as he felt trembles throughout his body yet the scene looked so passionate.

The king was kissing the queen so passionately, pulling her closer to his chest as he wrapped one of his hands on her small waist and another busy to caress her delicate cheek. The queen softly hummed at the tenderness of hot carven of king. Clenching her fist on the king's long black hair.

Hyunjin offered her the passion with the same intensity yet his eyes darted to the painter standing by the window, leering at them, clearly looking uneasy. Hyunjin smirked at the side corner of his lips as he pulled the Anna even closer, pushing his tongue inside her mouth, making the kiss to more sloppy.

The more he observed at the scene, the more his heartbeat fastening at the intensity. His hands shaking, feeling the breath stucked at the throat. Yongbok didn't know what he was feeling and why was he feeling this way. Probably because of the sight, something weird feeling arousing himself.

He tried to stabilize him as he hastily hide behind the curtains, closing it. Finally, avoiding the scene. He leaned at the wall beside the window, heaving heavily.

His trembling iris examined the grand chamber sticking at the corner where a huge canvas and a Verity of pigments neatly stored. Yongbok hold his heart, swallowing thickly as his mind processed should he let his intrusive thoughts to win.

He kept stared at the canvas for a moment, it seemed like calling him to closer, summoning his artist inside him - a devastating side of his artist. Felix slowly stepped ahead, each steps warned him but all he did was navigating this thoughts.

His steps took him to the white canvas flourished by the dim illumination of candles beside on a table. He sluggishly approached the frame of canvas, delicately tracing his fingers on the smooth ornate frame. It was rich in quality unlike his usual canvases, which made him internally smile at the satisfaction.

His breathing were heavily intrupting the silence of his chamber as how desperate he found himself. Felix's gaze trailed to the pigments, he picked up a brush deeping it in a shade a light blue as the  colour of king's hanbok, he smiled unintentionally, tracing the Smooth brush on the white canvas.

Holding a grin of satisfaction on his pretty lips, a gleamer of adoration in his eyes, he found that the art pulling him by a chain trapping him in the abyss of his desire of 'Crafting the lust.'

A/N :- sorry guys I announced to update it yesterday but when I tried to write it my hands were shaking didn't know why I struggle to much to write this chapter and it turned out fine I guess 😭