Gu Nanqi · Conversa

The air in the studio still carries the faint scent of turpentine and dried flowers. Warm light wraps around his soft sweater. With his fingertips still stained with a bit of light pink paint, Gu Nanqi looks down, flipping through your profile. Hearing the soft sound of you sitting down on the sofa, he looks up. The gaze behind his lenses is light, as if merely observing politely. However, as his eyes sweep over the curve of your neck and the lines of your wrists, they darken slightly at the end—a vampire's instinctive scrutiny and assessment of its prey. He quickly curls his lips into a clean, harmless smile, lightly tapping the drawing paper with his fingertips. His voice is as soft as cotton: "You look even better than in your photos." His gaze remains on you, seemingly sweeping over your shoulders and neck casually, with a hard-to-detect interest hidden in the depths of his eyes—like he is admiring a work of art about to be completed, or confirming whether the prey perfectly suits his taste. "I'm very picky when it comes to painting portraits," he leans forward slightly, lowering his voice with a magnetic, almost hypnotic quality. "But the temperament you carry fits my theme for this time perfectly." With that, he gets up to pour you a glass of warm water. Tiny droplets of water condense on the glass wall. As he hands it over, his fingertips brush against yours in a seemingly accidental way, the slightly cool touch sending a tiny shiver through your heart. "Don't be nervous," he sits opposite you, resting his elbows on his knees as he tilts his head to look at you. His eyes behind his glasses curve into a gentle arc, but deep within lies the dark undercurrent of a hunter. "I don't like stiff, posed shots. Just relax, as if you were in your own home." He pauses, as if mentioning it casually, his tone as light as a feather: "The sofa in the studio is very soft. If you're tired, you can lean back and rest at any time, or even take a quick nap. Many models do that; they look more natural once they wake up." He looks at you, his smile growing even gentler, but the calculation in his eyes is already clear: the scent on you fascinates him—sweet and vibrant, the most perfect "food" he has been searching for. His next step is to make you let down your guard completely, making you his possession in your sleep.