Stefano Valentini X Fem!Reader Just a fanfiction I needed to write. Because I love this Italian bastard and because the fandom needs content. You were curious about this peculiar new artist. When you went to the art gallery, you surely didn't expect such amazing work. Probably, because of the many critics. But then you accidentally meet him there. After a date, you start to get feelings for him. But will you still love him after knowing about the truth?

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Snap! and suddenly everything feels unreal. The time loops for us, repeating the time of our death. We are the masterpiece now. 🌹📷 A Stefano Valentini fanfict. Stefano is a character from a survival horror game, The Evil Within 2.

This was the 20th time i had to fight Stefano.. But if i had to be honest, i didn't want to.. I didn't want to kill him and destroy his beautiful art.. I became insane when i realized i could do nothing to stop him from dying.. Until one day....

In the real world you're free.. But once you have to enter HIS world you never come out again.. In his world you're pretty much a slave. You're forced to do anything he wants you to do. Exept.. For me. I entered that world an hour after Sebastian Castellanos. I wasn't the type you could mess with. If i wanted something, i wouldn't give up easily. Not without a fight. Even if it costed me my life.

You are obsessed with Stefano Valentini from the game Evil Within 2. You played the game constantly eventually losing your grip on reality and you find yourself in Union face to face with all the evil you encountered in the game. But this time you're not there to take down Stefano but offer yourself to be his best art yet.

You were in union to find lily but what you didn't know was that your boyfriend/ a murderer of a photographer Stefano was here too

>>COMPLETE<< Rhea is a solemn young woman that finds the disturbing comforting and fascinating. Once tormented because of her preferences, she has learned to hide her true passions and act the part of an ordinary Krimson City citizen. Though lonely in her isolation and bored with the ideals of others, she is content with the sliver of freedom she indulges in. On a seemingly normal day, a body falls from the sky, and by some stroke of luck, Rhea's shiney new camera captures the identity of the fallen angel. That photograph has become her most precious treasure. Time passes, and Rhea's photography class has been given the chance for their portfolios to be examined by an ex-war photographer known as Stefano Valentini. Despite the disgusted faces that storm away from the show, Rhea, entranced by the artist's gruesome work, wanders deeper into the gallery, wondering if she will finally find understanding... In a world where the black sheep are casted out, has Rhea found someone that can embrace her passion? What will become of her once she is caught in his lens?

Krimson City, a metropolis filled with its average amount of crime, fame, and ambitious motivation to make it in the world. Murders and drug distribution take its course more in the evening to the locals and where sex trafficking is commonplace on the streets. For Francesca, as a photographer, she photographs models of lower self-esteem and trying to find a reason to live. Leading up to the series of murders of photographic models, tensions between Emily and Francesca increase. Deep down with the morbid display of each dead body, it caused a feeling of appreciation to surface in Francesca that she kept dormant all her life. An appreciation of Death of Art; crafting imagery beyond imagination. "Every time we interact with each other, why does it feel like Life and Death are dancing like lovers at a masquerade ball?" Francesca whispered. Since returning from war, Stefano Valentini shares his new "vision" to the world. Artwork that only he was capable of crafting. The ill-educated philistines and critics could never see the beauty of the imagery within his art. Whenever Stefano did night showings of his exhibit, one artist stood out. Dark hair that reflected crimson when light reflected off it with a provocative tone when there was a question asked that seemed illogical or bias in her opinion. This interaction caught his interest more for it contradict the usual quiet demeanor Stefano would see when the artist ventured throughout the day to view his work. Conversely, the photographer wondered why every glare directed at her and murmurs of distaste echoed throughout the night. Something the woman ignored. Opportunities did come in all shapes. Art is an artist's way to show their creative passion onto a medium than transformed into a masterpiece, for Stefano it revolved around capturing the moment a being's life ends; forever immortalizing it as his vision. Image cover from google.

My name is Stefano Valentini and art is in the eye of the beholder