New home. New view. New obsession.
Wren Parker has it all: sunshine smile, loyal girlfriend, high-end part-time modeling job. She's the girl who smells the rain, thanks baristas, and locks her wilder urges behind a perfect grin.
Moving into a sleek Seattle duplex with her roommate Jasmine should be a fresh start-until she spots the studio across the way, staring straight into her bedroom. It belongs to her landlord, Dakota Grey.
Dakota is ink, shadows, and 3 a.m. solitude. A painter who discards women like used brushes and knows her darkness is poison.
Curiosity hooks Wren fast. Dakota's silence pulls harder. Unseen, Dakota has been painting her since day one, stroke by stroke. A charged balcony interaction cracks everything open.
One night, mid-pose, Wren catches Dakota watching but she doesn't look away.
Instead she begins to leaves curtains open. Posing bolder. And fucking her girlfriend knowing eyes are on her.
As their silent stares turn into dangerous fascination, Wren's stable life and her relationship begin to fracture. Dakota swears she'll ruin Wren if she gets too close. Wren steps closer anyway.
How far can obsession go, before ruin is the only color left to paint?
A sapphic story about obsession, darkness, and the art that always tells the truth.
Paint me.