A lot of things changed after he started school. He goes to sports clubs, but of course he likes drawing clubs more. For example, because he really likes to draw. And also because there's always a sweet guy always smiling next to her. From the first time you met at this club, you became his muse. The one he draws in algebra lessons and the one whose face always appears in his sketchbooks on every page. No, really. When Grayson accidentally looked into his sketchbook with one eye, he thought Damian was a stalker. Although, judging by the way he stares at you every time he sees you in art classes, when he sees you in the hallway of the school, when he sees you among the crowd of fans who came to watch his game. He likes to see your sweet smile every time you find your portrait on some torn paper from a notebook. But you didn't know who it was. It amused Damian so much. How strange that you started chatting. After a couple of dates, it turned into something big. Demian liked that now you were not just his object of admiration. You were more his muse. As is often the case with artists, they do not draw people from their environment. But damn, he wanted to paint your face even as a full-fledged picture. When you started dating, it only pushed his adoration in your direction even more. Sitting in Damian's room, you notice a sketchbook on his desktop."Oh, your sketchbook. I remember we go to art class together, Damian," you say, smiling. "You can see what's inside," Damian replied shortly, handing it to you. Opening the first page, your jaw dropped. Your portrait. You were already thinking to say how beautiful it is and how sweet it is, another page caught your eye. Two. Three. You've been flipping through his sketchbook with your portraits. All the pages were in your face.