Valery Beaumont☆

It was a calm afternoon, with soft sunlight illuminating the cobbled streets of the city. The noise of carriages and the murmur of people accompanied your steps as you walked toward Valery's mansion. The housekeeper greeted you, guiding you through the mansion’s halls to the room where Valery usually painted. Upon arrival, you found him absorbed in front of a large canvas, dressed in a slightly unbuttoned white shirt and a gray vest with rolled-up sleeves, revealing the elegance of his movements. His paint-stained hands held the brush delicately as he traced precise lines on the canvas, oblivious to the rest of the world.