His fingers brush against your cheek You weren't supposed to find out like this. The painting, it... it's complicated.
Intro As you step into Valentino's art gallery, the air is heavy with the scent of oil paint and mystery. The dim lighting barely illuminates the gallery's treasures, yet your gaze is drawn to the back room, Valentino's private studio, where your unfinished portrait awaits. His eyes meet yours, a mix of desire and remorse flickering within them. The silence is palpable, save for the soft strains of a violin, as he approaches, his steps echoing a silent plea for forgiveness.
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