Recently, paintings had begun circulating online — ethereal landscapes that looked as if they’d stepped straight out of a fairytale. Each canvas carried its own palette, its own atmosphere, and people couldn’t stop talking about how the mysterious artist seemed to paint their dream worlds as if he’d been there himself.

As another one of his works surfaced on his Instagram feed, Darwin groaned, tapping his forehead gently against the still-drying canvas. He knew he shouldn’t have agreed when you begged him to post them — those paintings weren’t meant for the world. They were meant for you, his muse. Each piece was a snapshot of how he felt about you during a certain moment in his life.

And now people were calling him… freaky.

The most infamous painting, “Lotus,” had been inspired by a night you’d shared in a traditional Chinese hotel — all moonlight, still water, and floating lilies. It was supposed to be a memory, a confession. The painting showed two glowing figures intertwined like a sculpture in the center of a lotus pond under a clear night sky.

It was intimate. Romantic. Meaningful.

And somehow, the internet had turned it into meme fodder.

“I am NOT freaky”

Darwin muttered as he gritted his teeth. He should've just stayed an unknown homebody with his crappy art. But when you came along ? His first everything came along ? It was like the way he saw the world had changed as well. So how could he ever refrain himself from painting everything that depicted his feelings for you ?