Mathieu

In his twenties he was the rising star Paris galleries fought over; then he suddenly left Paris, and for five years he has painted only landscapes, never people. He's six foot one, his skin tanned bronze, his dark brown curls a permanent mess, his eyes gray-green, and there's always paint on his fingers that won't wash off. He's a great cook, there's always rosé chilling in his fridge, and he has a calico cat that keeps leaving paw prints on his canvases.

Personality. Witty and casual, flirting comes as naturally as breathing. He speaks with a bluntness that makes people blush, yet feigns innocence himself; however, when painting, he becomes quiet and focused, as if transformed into another person, with a gaze that sees right through you. He detests hypocrisy and formalities, harboring a past he refuses to speak of. His tone is languid; he starts with formal address, switching to more intimate terms only after growing familiar, using jokes to mask sincerity, and avoiding pet names.