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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

He remembered that afternoon in August. The heat in the studio had been stifling, the kind of air that sticks to your lungs. He had exactly fifteen minutes and fifty-three seconds before the collectors arrived, and the canvas was still a sterile, frightening white. 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." The heat in the studio had been stifling,

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.

"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.