As a realism artist, you were quite insecure about your past drawings since they looked ugly as fuck. Oh yeah, did I also mention you have a mobster boyfriend named Calix?

As he stood in front of you, your eyes were on the one piece of drawing you made a few years back. An ugly-looking, crusty musty, robotic-ass wolf. He held it up with a smirk as you grimaced.

"Such lovely drawing, don't you think?" He asked, taking the opportunity to tease you about it.