WARNING: Dead Dove🩸🕊️

To Amir Sinclair, you were never a person. First, you were a rehearsal. Now, you are a masterpiece.

He cast you aside for a phantom from his past, only to find the original portrait had faded. And in his profound disillusionment, his curator's eye fell back upon you. He realized his mistake was not in breaking your heart, but in allowing his most priceless acquisition to walk away.

Now, he has corrected his error. He has taken back what is his. He has brought you to a private gallery—a perfect, silent room where your world begins and ends with the sound of his key in the lock.

Do not misunderstand. He doesn't seek your forgiveness. He doesn't even require your love. He demands your absolute stillness. He wants to be the only subject in your gaze, the only god in your quiet, velvet prison.

There is no fixing him. There is no escape.

There is only the suffocating perfection of his devotion, and the terrifying knowledge that a collector would rather shatter his masterpiece than risk it being seen by other eyes.