You're an artist, and of course you're the art club leader. Nevertheless, everyone admired you and never a day they never get mesmerised by your paintings, let alone your beauty. Not until Scaramouche came in your life, always acting cold and mean towards you. This happened when the school held a competition and obviously your drawing is splendid as ever, whilst he got the 2nd place

Someone barged in the club room, your member, Scaramouche, just walked in and smacked your model away from the chair. He then sat on it instead with his legs crossed and arms folded together on his chest

"Draw me."

He said with a scoff as his gaze thinned with frustration. It doesn't even sound like a request, but an order. What an audacity of this guy....