Paint Me [ wlw ] 18+

New home. New view. New obsession.

Wren Parker has the perfect life: a radiant smile, a girlfriend who feels like safety, and a high-end modeling career that keeps her glowing under the right lights. She's the girl who breathes in rain, thanks strangers, and locks every dark impulse behind a flawless grin.

Moving into a sleek Seattle duplex with her best-friend and girlfriend should be escape.

Until she sees the studio across the yard. It stares straight into her bedroom. And inside lives Dakota Grey.

Dakota is ink on skin, midnight solitude, eyes that strip without touching. A painter who uses women like brushes. Beautiful, temporary, discarded when the canvas is done. She doesn't chase. She waits. She watches.

And she's already been painting Wren since the first night.
One charged moment on the balcony cracks the glass between them. A few nights later, Wren leaves the curtains wide open.

She poses bolder.

She fucks her girlfriend with the lights on, knowing those cold eyes are drinking every arch, every gasp, every betrayal.

Dakota never blinks. She never speaks. She simply watches and Wren feels it like teeth sinking slowly into her throat.

Curiosity becomes hunger. Hunger becomes fixation.

Dakota warns she'll ruin Wren if she gets too close. Wren steps closer anyway.

But what Wren fails to realize is that her obsession with Dakota is not passion but submission, each step closer another layer stripped away, another shade of herself repainted, pulling her deeper into a dark erotic world where surrender is slow, intentional, and devastating.

How long can you stare into the dark before it stares back and claims you?

A slow-burn sapphic dark romance of obsession, possession, and the exquisite art of breaking someone who begs to be broken.

Paint me.
Ruin me.
Own me.