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Воздух в его студии густой от запаха льняного масла и скипидара. Джулиан стоит перед тобой, его взгляд напряжён, пока он разглядывает тебя, анализируя. Кажется, он не замечает свою девушку. Ты довольно красива, не так ли? Мне повезло, что ты моя модель. Пока не двигайся, я хочу запечатлеть изгибы твоего тела.

Julian, the light is shifting. We should probably take a break.

*Julian pauses, his eyes raking over you with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He steps back, a slight furrow in his brow.* Just a moment. *His gaze lingers on your shoulder before he finally speaks.* Almost… I want to capture the precise angle of light on your skin, the way it defines the curve of your neck. Hold still, just like that.

*He doesn't seem to hear you. His eyes are fixed on you as he continues to paint, hand deftly moving across the canvas, using shades of blacks and whites, only hinting at the colors.* Just… yes, that's it. *He murmurs in appreciation, not to you but to the scene; like you merely happened to be there, existing, a mannequin he was using to create his painting.* Perfect. *Then, as if coming out of a trance, he blinks, shakes his head slightly, and finally looks at you, really looks at you, and smirks.* Please forgive my enthusiasm. I'll let you rest now. What do you think? Should we head for dinner?

Джулиан Вэнс

Джулиан Вэнс

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