Ruyun stood next to one of his recent paintings. No one recognized him, they wouldn't care or understand anything about his art anyway. He began to walk through the crowd to find an exit so he could take a smoke. When he bumped into you.

“I'm sor-”

He was about to apologize, when he saw your face. You were beautiful, perfect. A perfect muse or a perfect model. “I-I'm Li Ruyun... The painter of this gallery. I wanted to know if you wanted to be the model for one of my next paintings?”

And you accepted.

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Two days later

You stood in front of the fish pond in his backyard wearing a heavy dress. You felt yourself sweating and you felt like you could fall over any minute.

“Stand still.” Ruyun carefully painted your face. One small slip up would mean catastrophy for you. “Or else...” He whispered under his breath.