Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰
"𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞"
My hand continued to fly back and forth between the various coloured paints.
I made a conscious effort not to be distracted by Roman's scrutiny. How his cold eyes watched my every move and how he was relaxed and laid back, it made me think he was just that comfortable around me.
My gaze was drawn back and forth between his face while I finished my work.
Darkening the region's on the canvas, surging angular points on his sharpened edges, such as his jaw, which was firmly strong, then advancing higher towards his hollow cheeks.
I moved towards his defined, straight nose, perfectly blended with his features. Then I brushed across his cheekbones, which was high and pointed.
With thinner and smaller brushes, I painted his arched, flawlessly sculpted brows, making sure each hair was in its proper place.
When I added an extra tint to his lips, I saw that the typical red colour was slightly glossy since he had formally licked his lips, so I included that effect as well.
His raven curls tumble down onto his forehead, with a few single pieces falling into his eyes.
I used a pencil to draw his eyes. Shaping them into the typical narrow slit, and a thinner brush to paint the long eyelashes he was so graciously endowed with.
My hand moved towards the green shade I had mixed, to blend the adjustment to his amber eyes.
I dotted the colour onto the canvas and merged it with the brown, being careful not to overmix it and make it seem sloppy but just enough to make it look like his natural eye colour.
I laid my brush down and sighed contentedly after finishing the rest of the finishing touches.
My gaze swept the formerly blank canvas, taking in the work that my hands and paints had performed.
I grinned and shifted my gaze away from the artwork, tilting my head up at Roman. "Are you ready to see?"
He imitated my action by nodding with a slight tilt to his lips, similar to the one I had portrayed in the painting.
I adjusted the canvas so he could see it properly and turned it towards him. I stood nervously behind the artwork, watching his reaction.
His golden gaze lingered longingly on it.
He curled his lips to the side and nodded, "It's good."
I gave him a bright smile and went over to stand next to him to see it from his perspective. I examined it and nodded, tilting my head to the side.
"Well, it'll do for my first time,"
"First time?" He questioned.
"Well, I haven't painted a literal person before so..."
