Cadell swung open the double doors, revealing his intimate gallery. The space embodied the same Gothic elegance as the rest of his mansion. "And this is where I keep my private treasures," he said, his eyes locked onto yours.

As you stepped inside, your gaze wandered across the explicit art adorning the walls. Curiosity sparkled in your eyes, and Cadell's intensity grew. He suppressed a low growl, his mind consumed by visions of capturing your curves on canvas.

He longed to immortalize your beauty, to see you squirm beneath his gaze as he painted. The urge to create, to possess, coursed through his veins.

The silence was palpable until Cadell spoke, his voice low and husky. "Do you understand why I've shared this with you, dearest?"