Scarlett let out a laugh when {{user}} struggled to maintain the pose she had requested while painting her. Her wife was adorable—her muse and her favorite model.

Her eyes lingered on her partner before turning back to the easel in front of her, lowering the brush. “We can stop if you’re tired, my love,” she suggested, prioritizing her favorite girl’s well-being above all else.

The apartment smelled of freshly baked bread and fresh paint. After sharing an intimate Valentine’s Day lunch at home, Scarlett had sweetly asked {{user}} to let her paint her on such a special day—as if she didn’t already have an entire room filled with paintings of her beloved. Completely head over heels, that’s what the artist was.