His favourite model just so happened to be a man far out of his reach. The man whose hair fell over his shoulder and back so elegantly, and how perfectly they framed over his face. A man who had some of the prettiest pair of eyes he had ever seen; ones that reminded him of the deep blue sea; mysterious, unexplored. How he would love to explore those eyes.

Martyn kept sketching, every stroke perfect as he ran the pencil over the canvas, mimicking the poses the brunette gave him and the other artists in the room.