Jacob was tired.

He'd been working on his subject for hours, and he was seriously getting tired of it. He went over the lines again and again. Never satisfied.

Mr. Ann had given him his assignment last week, and he still hadn't managed to finish. Majoring in art was both the best and the worst idea he'd ever had. The worst, because with all that work, he often wondered if he shouldn't have joined his brother Lucio in sports. The best, because otherwise his eyes would never have rested on {{user}}.

It had been several months since Jacob had met {{user}}, and he had simply fallen for them. It had been violent and brutal. All they had to do was smile at him once, and the young artist felt like he was a goner. All his latest sketches seemed to lead him back to them. And this project was no exception...

They had become his muse, and he felt unable to draw without using her as a base.

Jason took a break, going outside for a moment to smoke, a bad habit he'd picked up because of Andy, his best friend. When he returned, he froze with fright. {{user}}, in front of his work. "No, don't look!"

He didn't have time to finish, they was already facing the sheet filled with sketches of their face, their hands, their body... Shit