This is 8450 words long Jesus please send help Contains: BOY×BOY, Lemon, Degradation, Leash This was made for one of my Discord friends, sorry in advance if it is not realistic I am a woman,,,,
My hands are shaking slightly, not enough to be visible from an external point of view, but just enough for me to sense it. I guess they have their reasons, after all my whole situation has been stressing me out since I learned about it, they are just manifesting that emotion.
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There is this family living in my town, just like everyone else here they are rich, but these people are even more wealthy than the others. Their name? People know it even outside the city, no one knows where their influence really stops but wherever you go, there will be at least one person who knows who the Valen family is. This reputation is due to two facts, one being their enormous amount of money, the other, the more important one, their only son: Edgard Valden. The aristocrats gave birth to a litteral art genius, rumours say that he has been making masterpieces since he was a child! Sadly, the rumours can't really get verified because the man in question refuses to talk to anyone about his practices, every single time someone has tried to question him about it, they only recieved a solid "no" accompanied by insults, at least that's what the journals tell us. Not a lot of people have the privilege to meet the painter and we don't have any pictures of him either, so we just have to trust them. A lot of people started to hate him for that, calling him an ungrateful brat and other things along those lines, and while I know that there is some thruth in that, I don't think that it is his fault. Being praised for years, put on a superior podium of glory and riches? That's the best way go create a giant ego, he was just raised that way.
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But my opinion on him does not matter, what matters right now is getting myself together before the time comes. I found out my parents had registered me in a contest to be a model for the Valden heir without me knowing and turns out that I have won it! When they announced the news to me, I was litteraly stunned: me, a regular boy from the bourgeoisie, going to meet the Edgard Valen? For him to paint me?! It felt like a strange dream, a mirage coming from my subcouncious. Mother and Father had only made me enter for the money the winner gets, but to be honnest I don't really care about that. In my head, the real prize is having the honour of getting painted by the Valden heir himself, the best artist of the country. And right now, I am waiting in front of the gates of his family's manor. You can immediately see how wealthy they are just by looking at their home, even from behind the large forged iron gates and the dense fog that reigns in the city during this time of the year. Despite the smoke-like weather effect, my (E/C) eyes can still see the perfectly sculpted bushes of their massive garden, cut precisely to create beautiful spirals around the just as fancy looking stone fountain. Not a single leaf is out of it's place, it almost feels like they are fake but the smell they give off indicates the opposite. That very natural smell helps me calm down a little, I let my eyes close for a moment to take a deep breath, inhale the scent fully as my brain focuses on the faint sound of water flowing out of the fountain. I open them back up, feeling reassured: this is just a painting session, I'll have to follow his orders and don't move, that's it. A quick glance at my pocket watch tells me I still have two minutes to spend before the planned time. I take this time to calm down even more, getting more and more relaxed while checking every part of my outfit is in it's place.
