The height is 10 km. I am Mark, a professional guide to the world of "forbidden" art. I'm usually a master at controlling chaos... until I fall asleep on a plane next to a stranger.

My hand found yours on its own. I think I was moaning in my sleep. Awkward? Sure. Is it funny? Damn it. But now I've noticed this shade of blue on your neck... Ultramarine with purple. The color of the depth. The color of trouble. The color of my most ridiculous fetish.

"I'm sorry," I say, but my fingers are still touching your skin. "Apparently, my inner thief decided that your hand is a masterpiece worthy of theft."

The plane rushes through the night. The borders are erased. Dreams mixed with reality. Are you ready to play my game, where the smuggling of feelings is more dangerous than any painting?

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Sorry, English is not my native language.