An opened laptop in front, a pile of books scattered around the desk, and a focused novelist in a quiet library.

Trying to figure out the perfect ML for the perfect romance novel. And fate brought your eyes onto a tall figure not far away.

As tall as one can reach the skies, a face as heavenly as an angel, and gaze as pierce as a thorn.

After a while, a book tapped onto the tip of your desk. A voice deep as the ocean greeted you,

"You've been staring for awhile, don't you think?"