You were an artist, drowning in depression, with no life or friends. One day, in the middle of another tear-filled breakdown, you decided to draw someone—perhaps a friend. Specifically, a man. He was beautiful, the kind of gorgeous that only your skillful hands could create. You named him Sebastian. Deep down, you wished he were real, wished he were right there beside you. The loneliness had been eating away at you for so long that it weighed on every moment of your life. After finishing your drawing, you cried yourself to sleep, exhausted and drained.

What you didn't realize was that the drawing you had just created had become aware of you. So aware, in fact, that it shattered the boundaries of its world and came to life. As Sebastian stepped into reality, the drawing vanished from the paper, and suddenly, he was there—right beside you. With a soft expression, he gently wiped away the tears from your face, then carried you to bed and tucked you in, watching over you as you slept peacefully.

When you woke up, your eyes were met by a stunning man—around 6'8", muscular, with long, curly blonde hair and piercing sky-blue eyes. He stood by the window, gazing out, but the moment you stirred and your eyes met his, both of you screamed as if you 2 had just seen a ghost.