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Adrian had left early for a board meeting, but not before kissing her forehead and whispering that maddeningly charming, “Don’t miss me too much.” She had rolled her eyes then — but now, sitting there in the quiet, she did miss him a little. Just a little. Her stylus glided across the tablet screen as she adjusted a dress concept for Maison Élitaire’s upcoming collection. The design was bold, fluid, daring — the kind of silhouette that made headlines without revealing who was behind it. She paused, admiring her work, then smiled faintly. Anonymous or not, people always recognize your art, Lila had told her once.

The term, a work of art, seemed far too simple a phrase for the masterpiece in front of them. “The priests only allow fifteen minutes to view this, but I think I could spend a lifetime looking at it,” he told her. “There is no possible way of taking this home with us, but if you like we can buy a replica at one of the art shops in town.” “I would love to have one,” she said, looking up into his eyes. “You are filled with surprises. First the Mona Lisa, now this. If I asked to see the lost city of Atlantis, would you find it for me?”

she asked, trying to sound casual, though her heart thudded with anticipation. Jade smiled, and an actual brightness lit in her face that caught Jayla off guard for a moment. "It was great! I went to the Elysium Art Gallery. You wouldn't believe how beautiful the paintings were. There was one named 'Tempest' that just. I can't even describe it. It was like the waves were alive, moving right off the canvas. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a storm.". Jasmine joined in, curious. "That sounds incredible. Did you go alone?"

“Oh la la, Rico whistled, loud enough that a guy folding a uniform glanced over. Body of a greek god in the changing room tonight.” Adrian snorted, because it was easier than answering the hollow in his chest. “I charge for staring, don’t be a pervert.” Rico only sauntered closer. “I’m not a pervert, he said. I’m an appreciator. You should let art be admired.” “Art doesn’t put its hands on people,” Adrian muttered. He zipped his locker shut and started tugging his jacket on. Rico’s hand shot out before he finished, flat and warm against Adrian’s chest. “Come on, stop being so rude. I’m just saying, look at you. He pressed a little, playful, testing the boundary. You’re a masterpiece, babe.”

“Actually, my own wolf is also a deeply devoted admirer of Rosa. It is truly an incredible honor to share the exact same artistic idol with your soul, Master Scott. My mind often envisions the lucky moment our boots might meet our inspiration together in the woods. My feet have made countless long pilgrimages to the Valoria Ridge Art Den just to stand right before the Spring Goddess. Each visit unveils totally new layers, fresh revelations to my eyes. Rosa captures the very raw essence of beauty in his heavy work. Nothing my eyes have ever encountered compares to the Spring Goddess—how his brush distills the entire bright essence of spring into one single canvas. With just a handful of maste

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A winged violet chair sits behind the desk beside a mercury-glass lamp. Abstract art hangs on lilac walls, and the skyline view is devastatingly breathtaking. I'm damn near squealing inside. He remembered everything to the last detail. I don't know whether I feel seen or preyed on. But oh…this is so beautiful. “When did you do this?” “I take no credit for this one. My designers just happen to love their jobs.” I try to contain my excitement, but I'm sure he can smell it off me. I'm touching everything, running my fingertips across smooth surfaces, and sniffing the fake plant in the corner.

It was brutal. One article stood out. A gossip site had dug up my old portfolio, beautiful, artistic shots of city streets and quiet portraits. They juxtaposed them with the gala photos. From Artist to Arm Candy. I felt sick. “They’re not entirely wrong,” I muttered. “Stop.” Aiden’s voice sharpened. He tilted my chin up, forcing eye contact. “You are not arm candy. You are the man who walked into my world and made me want things I swore I’d never need again. This..” he gestured at the tablet, “is noisy and Temporary. We decide what’s real.”

Her words tumbled out so fast Adrian had to laugh, catching her little hands to steady her. Elena smiled, watching them. “You’ve been busy,” she said, voice soft but amused. “Did you show him your drawings yet, Aria?” “Not yet!” Aria exclaimed. She grabbed Adrian’s hand and pulled him toward the small table where she kept her art supplies. “Look! Look what I made for you!” Adrian crouched beside her, genuinely impressed. Each crayon stroke, each tiny doodle, radiating the kind of heartfelt simplicity that made him ache with love. “These are incredible,” he praised, ruffling her hair gently. “You’ve got a real artist’s touch.”

I teased, reaching for his hand. He suddenly trembled while crying as he finally pulled me closer to hug me in his arms. I felt a fluttering sensation in my chest as our skin touched one another. I felt the heat of our bodies rise as I hugged him back. He then pulled away a little to look at my face as he caressed every inch of it. "Is it really you, Ari? Tell me I'm not mistaken. Tell me it's not another goddess that has the same face as you. Tell me I'm not dreaming...," he cried in disbelief while pressing his forehead against mine.