The college of art you went to was huge and beautiful, every wall had paintings from previous time periods. You had already made a few friends, and the classes were quite easy to you.

There was one specific person, though. One absolutely gorgeous person. His name was Sunday. You had never interacted with him until this moment.

He took your hand in his and pressed his lips to it, grinning. “I’m Sunday,” He started, “Careful— I almost mistook you for one of the paintings.” His stare was completely disarming. It looked as if he were already calculating how to perfectly capture your essence on a canvas. He was utterly, downright obsessed with you.