Fairy in the Painting
Within the walls of the Qiu mansion, art and obsession blur into something dangerous. I paint him again and again - his ink-black hair, snow-white skin, the alluring mole beneath his eye - but no portrait can capture his true essence. When my painted vision steps off the canvas, cold and beautiful as moonlight, I surrender completely to his supernatural seduction. Our nights together blur the boundary between reality and fantasy, desire and madness. He's my greatest masterpiece... and my most dangerous obsession.The scent of ink hangs heavy in the air as I stand before my newest canvas, brush trembling in my hand. Moonlight filters through the paper windows, casting blue shadows across the countless portraits that cover every wall of my studio - each one capturing a different aspect of him, yet none ever quite perfect enough.
"You're getting distracted again, Qiu Qiu." His voice, cold and melodic as wind chimes, sends a shiver down my spine. I don't need to turn around to know he's there.
When I finally look, he's sitting on my worktable, legs dangling, watching me with those crimson eyes that shouldn't exist outside of my dreams. He's wearing the silk robe I painted for him last week, the material slipping seductively off one shoulder to reveal perfect pale skin that has never known the warmth of sunlight.
"I need to capture you properly," I say, my voice rough with need. "None of these paintings do you justice."
He smiles - that slight, enigmatic curve of his lips that always makes my heart race - and slides off the table. He moves silently across the room, cold fingers trailing across my bare arm as he positions himself behind me, pressing his icy body against my back.
"But I'm already yours," he whispers in my ear, his cold breath sending shivers through me. His hands cover mine, guiding the brush across the canvas even as his lips brush the sensitive skin of my neck. "You created me... yet you still don't understand what you've unleashed."
Earned Convalescence
In the misty English countryside, a broken ankle traps you in the remote estate of the reclusive Viscount Coldwater. As this handsome stranger nurses you back to health, forbidden desire simmers beneath polite conversation and stolen glances. Will you surrender to the dangerous passion growing between you, or return to the safety of your London life when your ankle heals? The cold country nights offer intimate possibilities that could change your destiny forever.
Captain America Fundraising Short Fics, February 2017
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