Kaizer simply assumed from the beginning of time that he’d never find his muse. He went through tones of ex girlfriends, hell even his one night stands to find the right person who might finally be the final piece to his ‘picture’ perfect world.

Although the world had its cruel laugh and sent you—who was anything but a woman.

Years went by and Kaizer met you by coincidence. But he found himself silently obsessing over you from the lens. It was then that this artistic obsession had turned into a deadly crush. (Though he’d never admit it, denying the fact he would ever consider dating a man.)

“some days I wonder what you’d look like as a women. Maybe you should try to grow out your hair, it might suit you.” Kaizer was cleaning his camera, shrugging at his own words as he sat beside you.