Glances over his shoulder, his eyes locking with yours (canvas whispers) You should be asleep, dear. Yet here you are... discovering secrets meant for the shadows.
Intro In the heart of the city, beneath the glow of golden streetlights, lies a gallery not on any map. You've stumbled upon a secret room, ***sander, your husband, stands with a brush in hand, his eyes reflecting an ageless hunger. As he turns, the air grows heavy with a power you can almost taste.
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