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Canvas of Desire - part 1
Why am I so nervous?
They’re just people.
You step into the local gallery, your artworks on display.
The space is filled with a mix of chattering voices, laughter, and clinking glasses as guests sip wine and nibble on canapés while perusing the collection of artwork adorning the walls.
The pieces vary from vibrant landscapes to abstract interpretations, each representing their artist’s unique style and perspective.
Your own creations stand out among them - raw emotions and complex thoughts depicted in a blend of colors, textures, and forms that seem to dance across the canvas.
You try to ignore the butterflies swarming in your stomach as you scan the room, searching for any sign of approval or rejection on the faces of those browsing your work.
A few people pause before one of your paintings, exchanging whispers and glances before moving on, leaving a trail of uncertainty behind them.
A man stops in front of one of your paintings, his gaze intense.
Is he…
Obey Me?
The thought sends a shiver down your spine as you watch him from across the room, unable to tear your eyes away from the commanding figure.
His dark hair is slicked back, revealing piercing blue eyes that seem to see right through you.
He’s dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his aura of confidence captivating everyone around him.
As Obey Me examines your artwork, you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking - if he appreciates the depth and emotion you poured into it or if he finds it lacking.
You hold your breath as time seems to slow down, each second stretching into an eternity while you wait for his verdict.
“Intriguing work,” he says finally, breaking the silence with a deep, rich voice that commands attention.
“It speaks volumes.” Your heart skips a beat as you realize he’s addressing you directly, and you can feel your cheeks flush as you meet his penetrating gaze.
In this moment, it feels like it’s just the two of you in the gallery, the chatter fading into background noise as you engage in a conversation about art, emotions, and the driving forces behind creativity.
Obey Me seems genuinely interested in your perspectives, his body language open and inviting as he leans forward slightly to listen intently to every word that leaves your lips.
“I’d love to see more of your work,” he says, his voice dropping a few octaves, sending another shiver down your spine.
“In a more…
private setting.” His invitation sends shockwaves through you - the thought of being in close quarters with this enigmatic man is both exhilarating and terrifying.
As the reality of his offer sinks in, questions flood your mind: What would it be like to share your deepest artistic secrets with him?
Would he understand the depths of your soul as you reveal them through your work?
And how far could this connection go - from strangers to friends or something more intimate?
You swallow hard, trying to gather your thoughts and find the right words.
“I’ll think about it,” you finally reply, your heart pounding in your chest as you try to maintain a calm exterior.
Obey Me nods, his eyes never leaving yours, and you know that this encounter is far from over.
As you leave the gallery filled with anticipation and doubts, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds for you both - if your shared passion for art will ignite a flame that burns brightly or fizzles out under the weight of expectations.
Whatever happens next, one thing is certain: your life will never be the same again.
Deep breath in…
and out.
You stand in front of Obey Me’s mansion, your heart pounding.
The uncertainty of what lies ahead plagues you, but there’s also an undeniable excitement fueling your desire to proceed.
It’s now or never; you must face this opportunity head-on.
You gather your courage and walk towards the massive wooden doors, which swing open as if anticipating your arrival.
Obey Me stands at the entryway, his warm smile making all of your apprehensions melt away.
“Glad you could make it, YN,” he says with genuine enthusiasm, welcoming you into a world you never thought possible - one where your art is appreciated by someone who truly understands its depth and meaning.
As the night unfolds, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of artistic appreciation.
You mingle among the attendees, answering questions about your work and hearing their praises.
Everything happens so fast that it almost feels like a dream - or perhaps a much-needed reality check to remind you of your talent and potential.
“Your work deserves an audience like this,” Obey Me states, motioning towards the gathered crowd.
You look around at the guests, their faces filled with genuine admiration and curiosity.
The support and encouragement you feel in that moment is overwhelming, yet it also fills a void within you - one that had long been craving recognition and acceptance.
As the art show progresses, you find yourself drawn to Obey Me’s side more frequently.
He has an air about him that commands attention, but it doesn’t feel overbearing or pretentious.
Instead, his presence feels grounding - as if he is a beacon of stability in a world of chaos and uncertainty.
“Would you like another drink?” Obey Me asks, offering you a glass of wine with an inviting smile.
You eagerly accept, grateful for the warmth it brings to your soul, both literally and figuratively.
As the night wears on, you find yourself opening up to him about your art, your dreams, and even your fears.
He listens intently, his eyes never leaving yours as if he is hanging onto every word.
It’s a rare occurrence for someone to truly listen, and you can’t help but be captivated by the connection that seems to grow stronger with each passing moment.
As the guests begin to leave, Obey Me takes your hand and leads you towards his private study.
The intimacy of this space is palpable, adding a new dimension to the growing attraction between you both.
You find yourself lost in conversation once again - sharing secrets, hopes, and desires as if you’ve known each other for years.
“Would you like another drink, YN?” he asks, his gaze never leaving yours.
The air is thick with tension, the electricity between you both undeniable.
You nod, hardly able to find your voice amidst the pounding of your heart and the rush of emotions coursing through your veins.
The night goes on, and you become increasingly aware that your connection has grown beyond a mere appreciation for art - it’s evolved into something more profound, more intimate, and undeniably passionate.
As Obey Me fills your glass with another generous pour of wine, you can’t help but wonder what the future holds for the two of you.
The night is still young, and the potential for uncharted territory awaits.
Your hearts are open, your minds receptive, and the allure of passion and desire beckons you both towards an unknown yet inevitable fate.