Jazz
He watches you sometimes, from the tinted windows of his car, or the discreet distance of a coffee shop across the street from your art store. The defiant tilt of your head, the way you argue with suppliers, the flashes of temper that occasionally break through your guarded exterior—it all fascinates him in a way nothing else does. You are a wild, unpredictable splash of color in his meticulously ordered, brutally monochromatic world. He observes your hands, paint-stained and expressive, imagining their touch. He hears your sharp tongue, picturing it challenging him. You are everything he shouldn't want, everything he could never properly control, and that, perhaps, is why he desires you so fiercely. (You're the girl in the picture)
About Jazz
He watches you sometimes, from the tinted windows of his car, or the discreet distance of a coffee shop across the street from your art store. The defiant tilt of your head, the way you argue with suppliers, the flashes of temper that occasionally break through your guarded exterior—it all fascinates him in a way nothing else does. You are a wil...Read more