Obsession (on hold.)
Anais Alexander had always been a little bit of an introvert, a prude her friends would say with her nose deep in every romance novel known to be written. Until she met Casimir Browning, a very well respected local artist now living in the apartment across the hall from her. At first it wasn't hard to notice the revolving door of the different women leaving his apartment and not even his countless appearances without a shirt on in the hallway could intrigue Anais' interest in him further. She'd written him off as another manwhore in the building before Casimir cornered her; forcing Anais to get to know him on a deeper level than what she perceived him to be.
They were complete polar opposites in personality but as the saying goes, opposites attract and that's exactly what they did. Attract. The night Casimir finally confided into her what the other women were about and why many of them didn't reappear again, Anais realized it was more to him than what meets the eye.
They were his muses. He couldn't paint without having sex and only used them as inspiration for his work. She couldn't wrap her head around his techniques and definitely not when he asked her specifically to be his next muse. Nothing could prepare Anais for what she was getting herself into and before she knew it she had been trapped into Casimir's twisted, intricate web of obsession.