A story of a writer, (Y/n), who chooses an artist to make art for her next book. A story of obsession and desire that slowly grows into his heart, making him unable to think about something else.
❝𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐦...
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❝Here we are! ❞ your mother, who drove all the way said, parking the car.
You quickly opened the door exiting the car and looking around for Arden. You saw blonde hair and waved your hand calling his name.
Arden turned and flashed a big smile as he ran to you. He carried a bag and his outfit consisted in a pair of suit pants, a black button up shirt that has a lot of small moons printed on it.
❝Can I see them? ❞ You asked excited, practicality jumping up and down.
❝Of course. ❞Arden said opening his bag to show you the drawings he made.
You looked at them in awe, it was exactly what you imaged. Filled with excitement, you hug Arden without any warning.
It took him by surprise, but he hugged you back. A hug filled with his desire and longing for you, his face was red and hot as he smelled your fluffy hair.
