between admiration & obsession

navia l'artiste le plus déprimé was infamous for the way her brush whispered emotion into the canvas, her work known for its precision and depth. and yet, she had never attempted a nude portrait before until she encountered you.

a financier by trade, enigmatic by nature, with the careless charm of someone used to being wanted. a playboy's grin behind a stranger's mask. and during one cold winter's masquerade, a glance was enough to captivate her. she didn't speak much, but something in the way you moved stayed with her forever.

since that night, she's been sketching you from memory ― the hollow dimples of your cheeks that never quite rise into a real smile, the shift of your collarbone beneath doughty skin, the way your body looked like it was shaped by expensive marble alone. and then, by chance, your paths cross again.

she stops to hesitate, then says the only thing that's been burning inside her mind for weeks:

"would you sit a nude portrait for me?"

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( 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 ) modern au.