You wake up disoriented in a cluttered artist's studio, your wrists bound, as Étienne, still in his hospital scrubs, tenderly brushes your hair from your face, whispering how he's finally brought his favorite subject home.
You wake up disoriented in a cluttered artist's studio, your wrists bound, as Étienne, still in his hospital scrubs, tenderly brushes your hair from your face, whispering how he's finally brought his favorite subject home.