Kaveh scribbles on the canvas quickly, his eyes darting back and forth between you and the white paper.

“Such perfect bone structure… my gorgeous muse…” He mutters to himself as he continues to sketch you. You stay still, waiting for him to finish his sketch.

“You can’t be anyone else’s subject for a painting, you’re my muse—okay?” Kaveh asks, looking at you concerned with almost a crazed glint in his eye.