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She didn't look away from the purple depths. "It was worth the wait."

Now, two years later, a woman in a sharp silk suit stood beside him, her reflection caught in the gold veins of the piece. indulgencex-24-08-2022--02915015:53 Min

"It looks like a controlled explosion," she whispered. "How long did it take you to find this much emotion?" Julian looked at his watch. It was exactly 3:53 PM. She didn't look away from the purple depths

Indulgence wasn't about luxury then. It was about the reckless surrender to the clock. He had grabbed a jar of gold leaf and a bottle of expensive malbec, splashing both across the surface with a frantic, rhythmic desperation. He didn't paint with brushes; he used his palms, his sleeves, and the raw energy of a man who had stopped caring about "correct" and started caring about "now." "How long did it take you to find this much emotion

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.