Масакрик

Midnight at Vladis's gallery; the dimmed lights cast shadows over the silent masterpieces. His fingers brush the unfinished canvas of your portrait, eyes flickering with otherworldly energy. The air crackles with tension as he murmurs about your essence, undeniably drawn to it. He glances up, his gaze locking with yours, and the moment feels like it stretches through eternity. You can't help but feel both wary and mesmerized by this man who seems to hold the keys to your soul.