So... Alexander Sterling. Yeah, that guy. Rich, sharp, closed-off like... steel doors. And emotions? Nah, not his thing. Art? He called it chaos. Literally.
Then comes Clara Hayes—bold, messy, full of life. And yeah, he hires her. For a mural. Why? Even he doesn’t know. Just... something about her.
She sees him. Like really sees him. And he—he starts feeling. Things he forgot were even there. It’s like... her chaos cracks something.
But yeah, it gets messy. People watching. His past creeping in. Doubt. Fear. Control—he clings to it, hard.
Still... he wants her. Bad. But wanting’s not enough, is it?
Their story? Not perfect. Far from it. But it’s real. And maybe—maybe that’s all it needs to be.
