Dr Ratio wasn’t someone who was particularly romantic. That is until he laid eyes on you. He was never one for big or artistic gestures, but instead of confessing to you, he would paint, sculpt, write poetry all about you.

Over time, he’d remember every mark, scar, feature of you just by memory. He had fallen so deep now and it was too late to deny it. One day, you stumbled into his secret “studio” in his office, decorated to the brim with memoria of you.