You wrapped yourself in a towel, and looked in the mirror, ruffling up your hair before you unlocked the door and headed down the staircase. The room where Timur (Glaz) painted was the very last room in the hallway. Your feet pattered against the hardwood floor, a cold sensation arising to your bare legs, it made you want to run faster into the room.
Your eyes glanced at the paintings on the wall, brilliant strokes of colors that lured your eyes into a state of fascination and emotions. You barely noticed the door at the end of the hallway that you unknowingly slammed your body against, falling harshly onto the cold, cold ground. The towel dropped, but you held it against your bare breasts.
"Oww, fuck." You cursed, holding your throbbing head, massaging one finger across your temple.
Heavy footsteps came closer, each one of them faster then the last, and Timur quickly peaked out of the door, taking a soft step toward you, and gingerly dropping onto his knees.
"(Y/N), oh my, how did this happen?" He sweetly placed an arm behind your back, letting you rest upon his bicep.
"Your paintings were just-nnghh-beautiful," you felt him pick up your weight, "w-wait!" The towel slipped down, but you clutched it in embarrassment, hiding the rest of your naked body against his chest as he cradled you into the room.
"You act like we're not married," he chuckled, "no need to be embarrassed, I've seen you like this many times." You groaned, feeling your cheeks flare in the heat.
"S-Stop it! It's still embarrassing, jeez..." you held the towel closer to your chest, cursing as you did so.
"So uptight," he lied you on the mattress in front of the stand, a canvas sitting up straight just a few feet away, "you were going to model for me anyway." Timur slid a finger down your arm, and gently cupped your face, pecking you on your lips.
"If you t-touch me like that...!" You were red from the absolute audacity of your husband, "never mind, let's just get on with it!" He flashed you a smile, jaunting back to his seat, retrieving a paintbrush and the palette, all of the nude shades neatly poured onto the holes of the palette.
"So, how should I pose?" You stared at your legs, so cold.
"Anything, just different form last time, you look amazing in everything you do, so it shouldn't be that hard," he smiled, "or just do anything you want and I'll imagine a pose for you."
"No, that'll be unnecessary," you felt yourself sweat from the tension in the air, "lemme think of something just give me a second. To be truthful, you were scared of showing yourself to him. You knew that he loved you so much, and why couldn't you do this?
"(Y/N), you look stunning, just read a book or go on your phone
