May I paint you? (TordMatt)

Chapter 1

Matt's pov

The park was quite empty today. I decided to sit down to watch the sunset. I took out my sketchbook. I got my pastels and began choosing the colors that matched the sunset. I love palettes.

I drew a quick sketch of myself and began coloring it. The sunset was over right when I finished. I got up and left. It then started to rain a bit. I ran into a building to make sure I don't ruin my hair.
My jacket was a bit dirty, man I have to clean it when I get home. The building was rather dark and empty. This is an abandoned building. I then heard a weird sound, kind of like spray paint.

I walked towards the sound. I kept quiet. There was a man spray painting something. He had light brown hair and grey eyes. He had a red hoodie on and some black jeans with paint stains.

He put the spray paint down and got a paintbrush. Lightning struck near, causing the room to light up. The man was painting a woman. She had light green eyes and blonde hair.

She was naked and bruised. Her torso was covered in plants, like if a tree was growing inside her. He was working on all the little details like the woman’s birth marks and cuts.

I got a good look at the rest of the room. There were other paintings. Most of the paintings were of that woman dying in multiple ways. All of them were outstanding.

Lightning then hit much closer, causing me to yelp. Oh no. The man looked straight at me. He put his brush down and walked towards me. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” he asked. He had some kind of accent. Maybe Russian or Norwegian?

“My name is Matt. I ran in when it started to rain. I had no idea anyone was in here,” I said. “I'm Tord. I live here,” he said. He stared into my eyes. God he's handsome. I've never found anyone more attractive than myself.

“You paint too?” he asked. I held up my sketchbook. “Yep! I started drawing when I was 11. I'm much better now,” I said. “Could I see?” he asked. I nodded and gave them to him.

He flipped through the pages. He didn't look up at me once. “You draw yourself a lot,” he said. “Yea. I really love to,” I said. That sounded so vain. He then grabbed my hand. “Do you want to see my art?” he whispered.

There's no need for him to whisper, but I feel like he's tugging at my heart. I nodded as I felt my face heat up. This is going to be interesting.

A/N- Another story, but this time it's TordMatt. Hope you like it so far!