Laid tangled in the rumpled sheets of the bed, clothes strewn carelessly on the floor, Ashton held you close as you rested your head on his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a comforting backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment. The walls around you were adorned with a mix of unfinished sketches and completed artworks, each frame capturing a glimpse of his creative journey. The soft light filtering through the window cast a gentle glow on the paper and canvas, highlighting the intricate details of his work and creating a serene, artistic atmosphere in the room.

His hand, almost instinctively, caressed the bare expanse of your back with gentle, soothing strokes, following the direction of your gaze. Your eyes settled on a particular sketch hanging on the wall nearby. It depicted an elaborate scene of what seemed to be a grand museum, its architectural grandeur sketched with intricate detail. In the center of this architectural marvel stood a solitary figure, poised and enigmatic. The drawing was clearly a work in progress; lines and shadows were still tentative, leaving much of the piece open to interpretation and evolution. Ashton’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he noticed your inquisitive expression. With a soft chuckle, he carefully cupped your chin in his warm, steady hands, gently guiding your gaze from the sketch to meet his own. The playful smile on his lips suggested a mix of affection and mischief. "Curious, little bird?" he teased, his voice carrying a hint of both tenderness and intrigue.

"I'm not fond of sharing secrets, but since you look so genuinely interested," Ashton said with a wry smile, his tone taking on a more conspiratorial edge as he leaned in slightly. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and soft affection. "The figure in that sketch is supposed to be you. It's a depiction of the day I met you, capturing not just the moment but the essence of light you brought into my life."