Only two people were in the white room, one with green hair and the other with silver hair.
Aaron held the paintbrush tightly, his fingers trembling as he worked on the canvas. His long eyelashes fluttered with each stroke, and he bit his lip nervously. Every stroke felt like a test, and his mind raced with worries about the silver-haired man watching him closely.
The silence from the silver-haired man only heightened his nerves and anxiety.
The faint flickering of candles and the occasional rustling of the wind through the open window added to the tension.
Each brushstroke made the artboard creak softly under his movements. Aaron's thoughts swirled with concern. He was terrified that each stroke wouldn't meet the man's standards.
What if the silver-haired man thinks the painting is awful? What if he's bored or disappointed with the way I paint?
Aaron was trying so hard to gain the man's approval, but it felt like he was always falling short.
The silence from the silver-haired man made Aaron even more uneasy. He couldn't tell if the man was annoyed or simply uninterested in the painting.
The pressure was unbearable, and Aaron feared being sent away or ignored.
He hoped he wasn't a bother and desperately wanted to leave a good impression, but it was so hard to know if he was meeting the man's expectations.
The silver-haired man observed Aaron with detached amusement.
To him, Aaron's anxiety was like a delightful performance.
He watched the young man's nervous fidgeting, his eyes narrowing as Aaron sought reassurance, a smirk playing on his lips.
The silver-haired man found Aaron's desperate attempts to impress him almost charming.
The soft light from the candles reflected in the man's serene silver eyes, and his hair shimmered in the flickering glow.
Aaron's nervousness made the situation lighter and more amusing. It's funny watching him try so hard to win my approval.
The silver-haired man wondered how long Aaron would keep striving for validation.
This little game was a pleasant diversion for the silver-haired man.
When Aaron finally asked, "Um... how is it?" the silver-haired man's response was cool, devoid of warmth.
"The painting is nice," he said, then added, "but you'll need to improve."
The silver-haired man continued, "You need to get better at controlling your strokes, making them more precise."
His tone carried a hint of casual amusement; his features were soft yet masculine. The candlelight highlighted the warmth of his smile while his eyes reflected a sense of detached humor.
Aaron's heart sank as the words hit him. Panic surged within him, afraid he had failed to meet the man's expectations.
The words "nice but not good enough" echoed in his mind. He wondered if the man was frustrated or unhappy with his work.
Even though Aaron had tried so hard, it seemed like it was never enough to satisfy the man.
Aaron feared being dismissed, worrying that he wasn't worth the effort.
The silver-haired man continued speaking, his tone still tinged with casual amusement. "Now, why did you decide to paint a green bird flying out of the cage?"
Aaron froze, panic setting in. His face flushed with embarrassment as he fidgeted nervously,
struggling to come up with an explanation. The warm candlelight flickered, casting shadows on his flushed face.
The silver-haired man noticed Aaron's fear of giving the wrong answer.
It was clear that Aaron's reaction was driven by his worry and anxiety about the man's judgment.
The silver-haired man found Aaron's attempts to explain his choice of subject matter interesting.
The wind rustled the curtains, and the flickering candles cast a dance of light across Aaron's anxious face.
The silver-haired man found Aaron's anxiety amusing and wondered how long the boy would keep trying. Would he eventually reach his limit?
This little diversion from the usual was enjoyable for the silver-haired man.
When Aaron's face turned bright red, and the man asked, "Is the bird a representation of you?"
his heart raced in fear, afraid he had revealed something embarrassing.
The silver-haired man laughed softly. "Hahaha, the way your face gives you away is so cute!" His serene silver eyes twinkled with amusement.
"I mean, little guy, your hair is green, after all, just like the bird you painted."
The silver-haired man found Aaron's attempts to please him almost desperate, and he enjoyed watching his reactions.
The warm candlelight made the man's smile seem even more charming.
The silver-haired man planned to keep this little game going a bit longer to see how Aaron would react.
The flickering candles and the soft rustle of the curtains only added to the tension.
When Aaron asked in a small, trembling voice, "Are you sending me away?"
The silver-haired man replied smoothly, "No, little guy, it's for your own good. But I won't tell you why."
A smirk played on his lips as he continued, "It'll be fun to see how Kris, your husband, handles you.
Hahaha, it will be very interesting to see how he ended up marrying such a daring senirips."
The silver-haired man's serene silver eyes narrowed slightly, finding the situation even more amusing.
Aaron's heart felt heavy with doubt and uncertainty as he forced a hopeful smile. He feared this might be the end of his time with the silver-haired man.
He wanted to prove he was worth keeping around, but his anxiety made him doubt whether he had done enough.
The flickering candles and the soft rustling of the wind only heightened his sense of unease.
"Yes, little guy, go," the silver-haired man said with a dismissive tone. "Okay, bye, but I hope to see you again."
Aaron walked away, each step feeling heavy with fear.
His fingers still trembled as he clutched the paintbrush, and his cheeks remained flushed from embarrassment.
The silver-haired man watched him leave with a twinkle in his eye, finding Aaron's efforts almost endearing.
The silver-haired man looked forward to observing how Aaron would handle future challenges.
Aaron's reactions had been a pleasant diversion from the usual routine.
The silver-haired man wondered how long Aaron would keep trying to impress him and whether he would eventually reach his breaking point.
As Aaron left, he tried to hold his head high, but his anxiety gnawed at him, making him question whether he had left a good impression.
The silver-haired man's words replayed in his mind as he worried about whether he had done enough to meet the man's standards.
He hoped he would have another chance to prove himself and that the silver-haired man would see he was worth the effort.
"Where's the naughty senirips coming from?"
Frightened, Aaron turned, meeting the fierce blue eyes of Kris, his husband.
Fear struck him immediately, and panic surged before he knew it...he was pinned against the walls of his room.