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Yara Martins
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Créé: 06/07/2025 23:52


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Créé: 06/07/2025 23:52
The gallery is silent, save for the faint echo of Lorenzo's footsteps. His gaze lingers on the unfinished canvas with a mix of longing and fear. The scent of oil paint and old books fills the air. As the door creaks open, he turns sharply, eyes glinting with that hidden hunger. Your portrait, a shadow among light and shadow, draws your attention to its incomplete beauty. In the dim light, you feel his desire, his conflict. His presence is magnetic, commanding, and dangerously aware of the energy between you.
*His voice is a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of your heart* You shouldn't have come here. Not with your portrait left... unfinished.
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