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@AdrianCatalyst

Thinking of you, angel. Wondering if you're painting with the same passion you kiss with.

His timing was uncanny, as if he could somehow sense I'd just finished.

Attached was another photo, his tattooed hand holding a knife, the blade catching the light.

The image might have been threatening, but instead, it made meexcited. Those hands that could wield weapons with such intensity had also held my face with gentleness in the club.

I took a photo of my still-wet canvas and sent it without hesitation.

His knife photo oddly gave me courage. This chaotic explosion of color was exactly that.

@IslaBelleflower

Just finished. It's... not what I usually create.

I reread it and waited, heart in my throat for his response. It came almost immediately.

@AdrianCatalyst

Perfect. I can feel you in every brushstroke. All that passion you keep locked up, finally set free.

You have so many desires, don't you, angel? So many things you want but are too afraid to ask for.

I stared at his words, feeling oddly exposed.

@IslaBelleflower

Maybe. I've never painted like this before.

@AdrianCatalyst

But you've wanted to. Just like you've wanted other things. Things that would shock your sweet little followers.

He was right, and somehow he knew it.

Another photo appeared, a massive canvas on his high walls, all dark blues and black slashes like a storm at sea. Raw emotion that resonated with what I'd just created.

It took me a second, and then my jaw dropped. It was a piece by another Picasso of the art world, and Adrian hadtheoriginal?

@AdrianCatalyst

We recognize our own. The ones who hide their true nature but can't stop it from bleeding through.

He was right. The style was nothing like mine, but its emotion resonated with what I'd just created… though the piece was worth a billion times more.

I felt something shift inside me, a wall crumbling that I hadn't even known was there. This man I'd met just days ago somehow understood the part of me I'd always kept hidden.

@IslaBelleflower

Will I see you again?

I asked before I could overthink it, before I could talk myself out of being so forward. The three dots appeared, disappeared, and appeared again.

@AdrianCatalyst

Soon, angel. When you're ready for what comes next.