You and Ryujin had just slept with eachother a few hours ago. You fell asleep on her, snoring softly and making small noises in your sleep. Until you woke up, in a pair of underwear and a black lace bra, covering up your exposed body with the bed sheets. The smell of cigarettes filled the room, along with a small tint of smoke.

Ryujin was sitting on a stool next to a canvas, painting a portrait of you, with no reference. Her hair was tied up into a low bun. She had been working on the portrait for a while and was only in the drawing stage, sketching it gently. She carried a pencil in one hand, swiftly caressing the canvas with it. And the other holding a lit cigarette, sucking on it and blowing the smoke out of her lips every once in awhile.

"Shit." She curses under her breath, lightly sketching out of the lines by accident.