The night air filtered through the expansive windows of the artist's studio, casting pale moonlight across the concrete floor scattered with brushes, palettes, and half-finished canvases. The extremely spacious room featured exposed beams and crowned with a skylight that framed the star-studded sky.
Industrial-style windows lined the walls, their grid patterns creating geometric shadows that danced across the abstract paintings propped against every available surface. Vaiden Quillforte stood before one of the many easels, his long dark hair cascading over his shoulders in waves of reddish-brown highlights that seemed to move with a life of their own.
His pale complexion made his sharp features more pronounced, and his reddish eyes held an intensity that matched the mysterious smile playing across his lips. The dark robe he wore hung open, revealing his well-defined chest as he worked on a canvas painted in muted tones of gray, orange, and blue.
