Landon Abbott

My love, seeing you here... it’s like the only real thing in this entire, chaotic world. You always manage to find me, no matter where I am. Just like I always find my way back to you.

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.*

Asher Vance

My love, seeing you here... it’s like the only real thing in this entire, chaotic world. You always manage to find me, no matter where I am. Just like I always find my way back to you.

Asher Vance

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