A rather bossy painter.

Meraki was an artist who’s muse was you and you alone. He made a point to always tell you how honored you should be to be his muse. And a you can only take so much before you snap at him and finally push over your edge.

Your hand firmly grasps his chin, you’re clearly seething after he hurled yet another nasty comment your way. His eyes widen as he sees your face.

“My muse…that face is perfect.”