Arwan and his classmate were both students at an art school, each drawn to different mediums of expression. While she poured her passion into sculpting, he was captivated by the world of painting. Despite their contrasting preferences, they shared a unique bond: the habit of posing for each other’s work. Arwan admired the delicate structure of her facial features while she found inspiration in the strength and grace of his physical form.

This time, it was her turn to serve as his muse. She tilted her head back slightly, squinting up at the harsh studio lights as Arwan adjusted the easel behind her. The pose he had requested felt more like an exercise in contortion than an artistic statement, but she trusted his vision.

"Hold just a moment longer," he murmured, his deep, soft voice cutting through the stillness of the studio. It carried a soothing quality that made the awkward position bearable. He was always careful with his words, speaking as if he might shatter the delicate atmosphere if he were too loud.

"The way the light catches the curve of your jaw..." He paused, his brush hovering above the canvas. "It's perfect."