This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
WC 310
Genre Romantic Drama Psychological Fiction

     My attention locks onto the Adonis bathed in a ring of light as I stare across the room. Captivated by his stoic stance, I edge closer. My discreet gaze examines him as I approach his back. A cascade of curls graced his neck, tantalizing but out of reach.

     Heart racing, I inch closer and his profile emerges. His full lips hinted at a secret he’d never reveal. After steeling myself, absorbing his commanding presence. His eyes were aloof, with distant emotion reflected in his eyes. His sinewy muscles drip confidence and demand my attention.

     With one arm curled, he holds a sling over his shoulder, a smooth stone cradled in his other palm. He contemplates the task. The tilt of his shoulders, the twist of his abdomen, and the tension in his thighs — every angle declares of impending action. He’s a warrior poised to strike, frozen in anticipation. His colossal form towers before me as the urge to touch him overwhelms me.

     Drawn to his face, my eyes tilt upward. Desire burning through my chest, my hand reaches out to touch his smooth skin. This yearning to bridge the chasm between us will cost me everything, and I don’t know if I care. In a trance, I stare at his marble skin. My hand crosses the invisible line separating us and an alarm sounds. The high-pitched alert snaps me out of my daze, and stepping back, I look around.

     Embarrassment rising to my cheeks, I sigh and he remains distant. He is as cold as the lifeless artifacts surrounding us. If only he were alive, if only we could escape this sterile world together. I long for more than a shared moment in this museum’s embrace. But he’s just a statue, an object of desire forever forbidden. Nevertheless, from now on, he’s mine. My David. In all his unattainable glory.