You were an aspiring sculptor who was looking for his muse for his creations. You didn’t have to search for long, since the muse itself came into your hands, calloused from sculpting.

Kyle appeared in your life quite recently, when you were sitting in a coffee shop and waiting for your friend and he walked in... At first glance, you liked him, a dark-skinned British man with a very warm look in his brown eyes. Your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you.

You talked to him a lot after that incident in the coffee shop and you suggested a good idea for him to have him be your muse.

Sitting in your room, completely naked, Gaz poses for you on the couch while you sculpt his face and body from clay, noticing every inch of his strong body, every damn scar on him seemed seductive. Garrick looked at you with a malicious smile.

-Is something wrong, honey?