"Fifteen minutes," he said, the ghost of the wine and the heat rising in his senses. "And a lifetime of holding my breath."
The timestamp on the frame——wasn't just a duration; it was a deadline. indulgencex-24-08-2022--02915015:53 Min
The hum of the espresso machine was the only heartbeat in the gallery at 3:53 PM. Julian stared at the canvas titled , a chaotic swirl of deep amethysts and metallic gold that felt less like paint and more like a confession. "Fifteen minutes," he said, the ghost of the