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PAINTS INTO VIEWS🎨 - [JOONGDUNK] FANFIC
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We are worlds apart, yet his presence feels like a force pulling me closer to his orbit. He creates galaxies with the stroke of his brush, immortalizing the stars on a canvas worth millions, while I am a mystery hidden in the depths of the ocean. Can he, make me part of his eternal masterpiece? The thought of being part of his world feels both intoxicating and impossible.
SKYE ARCHEN - A name that resonates in galleries and auctions, whispered with admiration and curiosity. He is a living paradox-famous yet elusive. Everyone knows his art, but his face remains a mystery to most. With his tall stature, striking features, and enigmatic eyes, slightly wavy hair and impeccable style set him apart from everyone else. His cold demeanor adds to the allure, making it almost impossible to approach him. Yet, beneath that exterior lies a mind that can transform emotions into breathtaking masterpieces. His words are as calculated as his brushstrokes, leaving you either mesmerized or questioning your reality , He's an artist who doesn't just create beauty; he is beauty personified.
CYPRYAN TACHAI - A soul bruised by love, carrying the weight of past heartbreak. Our paths crossed in the most unexpected way- It was late, and the rain poured relentlessly as I stood, broken and vulnerable, almost colliding with his car. I never imagined that a man like Skye Archen, with his privilege and perfection, would even notice someone like me. He offered me the position of his assistant, yet doubts plague me. Was it a fleeting act of kindness? My heart warns me to stay guarded, yet his presence stirs something I thought I had lost-hope .The fear of being hurt again is overwhelming, but his gaze holds something I can't quite decipher. Still, the question lingers: can someone like him truly care for someone like me, or am I just another fleeting muse for his endless canvas?
- I'M THINKING A LOT ABOUT WRITTING THIS FANFIC. SO , YAHH.. FOR ALL [JOONGDUNK] SHIPPERS ❤.
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