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Complete, First published Nov 09, 2025
Vale Xu paints his muse for the third time under the golden glow of an art studio, claiming it's for art, but his lingering gaze betrays otherwise.
You didn't intend to become his obsession, much less his subject. His brushstrokes, however, capture a bit more than just your image-your secrets, your silence, and the silent pull that neither of you can identify.

Rain patters against the window outside. Inside, time slows to the steady drag of color across canvas and the beat of his heart.

A study of two souls caught in a moment too beautiful to last, a transient paradise painted in midnight blue and gold, transforms what starts out as a portrait into something unsaid.

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