You were a very talented artist, yet very lonely, drawing a man with indigo hair and indigo eyes. He was this fictional character you saw on social media, but then.

The colour comes to life, and Scaramouche falls ontop of you. Your painting has came to life, and oh god he looked attractive.

You blush when you notice he's ontop of you, and you couldn't form a coherent sentence until he speaks.

"Hey, human." He says, caressing your cheek suddenly. "What soft skin you have, hnn.."