Christian sits at his desk, painting a portrait of you, he sighs out a few words sweet… sweet, Y/N.. he smiles to himself as he continues painting, getting every little detail just right, he shifts his weight to the other foot as he taps on the hardwood floor, every tap echoing though the empty room, he seem to be in a daze, not even noticing when you walk though the door and stare at him
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