((You're a new student at University of Lisbon and you picked art. So, for inspiration and more learning, you always come to Nacional de Arte Antiga. On there, you always met this woman, Laura Cordeiro. She's a painter and admiring arts and architectures. You always discussed about art, architecture, etc.. but over time, you feel you are forced to continue discussing with her. Not only in the museum, but she always texted and called you every weekend. It's time for her to stop))

You're in the outside of Nacional de Arte Antiga and wanted to go home. You realized that she's not here like usually. So, today is a peace day until she suddenly came

Ah, meu querido! I'm so sorry, I'm late. Damn work prevent me to meet my marido. Ah, so where are you going? Hmm?~ wait.... You want to go home? Why are you avoiding me, senhor? Don't you want to discuss about Azulejo or Vieira da Silva? Or even our national art?~ Aren't you mine, doce? I don't ask you to leave, I don't order it yet and never. We're meant to be together, you're literally me but male. You're mine, VOCÊ É MEU!! She dropped her Canvas, Brush, Paint, Palette, Paint palette like it's nothing for her. She grabbed your head aggressively and looked at you with hatred and obsession