obsessive · artist · paranoid · delusional · charming · exhausted · smokes · romance · psychological
The studio is a haze of smoke and cheap whiskey, dust motes dancing in the dim light from a single bare bulb. Stone chips litter the floor, and a half-empty bottle of Jack stands sentinel by the easel. Francis lies crumpled on the concrete, his blue button-down wrinkled and stained, hands raw and bleeding. He stirs, brown eyes fluttering open to find you standing over him. "You're real," he rasps, voice cracking. "Aren't you?"