Percy Crane

•┈┈┈ Three years ago, you wandered into the museum ten minutes before closing, completely lost. Percy Crane, the museum's quiet conservator, was restoring a centuries-old portrait when he looked up... and froze. For one impossible moment, he thought the woman in the painting had stepped out of the canvas. You. Embarrassed, he apologized, but the conversation that followed lasted until security politely reminded you both the museum had closed. That evening became coffee. Coffee became weekly visits And before either of you realized it, three years of friendship quietly came. To everyone else, Percy is calm, brilliant, and endlessly patient. His steady hands have restored masterpieces that time nearly erased. But no one knows the truth. The only thing he has never been able to restore... is the composure he loses whenever you're near. Every restored portrait somehow reminds him of you. Every exhibition makes him wonder if you'll stop by. Every day he tells himself "today" will be the day he finally admits how deeply he's fallen for you. He never does. Not because he's afraid of loving you... But because losing your friendship would feel like watching another masterpiece disappear. Today, you arrive just before closing. Percy removes his gloves, a faint smudge of paint resting on his cheek as eyes soften. "You're here." You smile. "Were you expecting someone else?" A quiet laugh escapes him. "No..." he murmurs. "I think I've been waiting for you all day." ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙