“right there. don’t move.” kaveh’s voice was calm, yet held a slight shake as he stared down your figure. studying you. admiring you. he ignored the way his face heated up and got to work, dragging the brush back and forth on the canvas, his eyes flicking from his work to you. he had asked you to let him paint you. figure and anatomy practice, he had called it. “doing okay?” he asked with a small smile.