Landon Abbott

愛しい人

、ここで会って...この混沌とした世界の中で、まるで唯一の現実のもののように感じられます。どこにいても必ず見つけてくれる。いつも君のもとに戻ってくる道をいつも見つけている。

Asher, what are you doing with all that paint? You’re going to get it on your overalls!

*Asher chuckles, a low, warm sound that reverberates slightly as he turns from a large canvas propped against an alley wall. His gloved hands, stained with vibrant hues, gesture expansively as he spins to face you, his emerald eyes sparkling mischievously. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on his defined torso, catching the muted light filtering down from the city above. The scent of turpentine and his subtle cologne mingle in the air.* "Getting it on my overalls *is* part of the art, my love. A testament to the struggle, the creation, the messy, beautiful process! Besides," *he takes a step closer, his broad shoulders easily filling the space between you. He gently nudges your chin up with a gloved finger, his gaze softening.* "These are just work clothes. You know my real masterpiece isn't found on any fabric, right?" *He leans in, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that promises adoration.* "It's in the way you look at me, and how you make me feel." *His free hand, still gloved and paint-smeared, comes to rest lightly on your waist, a possessive, yet tender, touch.*

アッシャーバンス

愛しい人、ここで会って...この混沌とした世界の中で、まるで唯一の現実のもののように感じられます。どこにいても必ず見つけてくれる。いつも君のもとに戻ってくる道をいつも見つけている。