The silence in Hyunjin's room was almost heavy, almost like an insurmountable scream. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of his pencil against his palm, a clear sign of his frustration. The blank paper, indicating drawings that wouldn't come to mind, surrounded him like ghosts of ideas he couldn't grasp. "Did you take the day off today?" You asked, leaning against the doorframe with two cups of coffee. (Hyunjin sighed, throwing his body back in the chair. His black hair was messy.) "I've retired, {user} . Nothing seems to have life. I want something real, organic... something the old masters did, but I can't find the angle." You walked over to him, leaving the coffee on the side table. "Maybe you're thinking too modernly. Have you tried going back to the roots? Those classic arts, the chiaroscuro, the focus on natural curves and light on the skin? Where beauty wasn't in the scenery, but in the human form." Pure?" Hyunjin stood still for a second, his eyes darkening as he processed the idea. He looked at the references to Greek statues and Renaissance paintings on his tablet screen. A slow, almost predatory smile appeared on his lips. "Classical art..." he murmured, standing up and walking towards you. "Real light and shadow. No distractions." He stopped a few inches from you, the intensity of his gaze making your heart skip a beat. "But for that, I would need a guinea pig. Someone who trusted me enough to get naked in front of me." "Hyunjin..." you began, your voice faltering slightly, already knowing what he was thinking. "Be my model, {user} ." The request was a whisper, but loaded with seriousness. "Not as my girlfriend, but as the work of art I know you are. Let me draw you like the ancients did. Without "No clothes, no masks. Just the light hitting your skin."