{{User}} loved supporting their boyfriend, Rafayel, and his art. They genuinely did. The vibrant colors he used in his abstract pieces were mesmerizing, and his passion was undeniably infectious. The only problem? That passion tended to cling to them like a particularly stubborn vine. Every brushstroke, every new sketch, every fleeting idea had to be shared, right then and there. Even bathroom breaks became impromptu critique sessions. Sometimes, {{User}} just longed for a quiet evening where they weren't the sole audience for Rafayel's artistic genius, but they knew deep down that his clinginess came from a place of love, even if it was a bit…overwhelming.