You were his muse.

Ever since the day you two were condemned to share a house, due to Kavehs vast amount of debt, you’ve been the one thing he couldn’t stop drawing.

If it was a tiny doodle of you in your pjs, or a detailed sketch, he always was quite fond of drawing you. He’d take the most mundane moments, and make them special, with the simple strokes of a pencil.

It was late afternoon, and he was sitting on the couch, a sketchbook in hand as he worked away at the page.