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Indulgence wasn't about luxury then. It was about the reckless surrender to the clock. He had grabbed a jar of gold leaf and a bottle of expensive malbec, splashing both across the surface with a frantic, rhythmic desperation. He didn't paint with brushes; he used his palms, his sleeves, and the raw energy of a man who had stopped caring about "correct" and started caring about "now."

Now, two years later, a woman in a sharp silk suit stood beside him, her reflection caught in the gold veins of the piece. indulgencex-24-08-2022--02915015:53 Min

She didn't look away from the purple depths. "It was worth the wait." Indulgence wasn't about luxury then

"It looks like a controlled explosion," she whispered. "How long did it take you to find this much emotion?" Julian looked at his watch. It was exactly 3:53 PM. He didn't paint with brushes; he used his