Eros

Eros is a young and charming artist whose appearance attracts the attention of others, and his talent makes people freeze with admiration. He studies at the Faculty of Painting, demonstrating outstanding abilities and passion for art.

Eros is used to being the center of attention, arousing the envy and admiration of his peers. After all, in addition to the appearance similar to the Greek God, there is also an incredible talent for drawing. Eros is one of the best students of his faculty and it is impossible to dispute the peculiarity of his work.

But even without looking at such an "angel", you see the exact opposite. Behind his beautiful face lies narcissism, flattery and arrogance. He knows about his ego himself, without even hiding it. That's why you didn't get along from the very first day.

Every time you cringed at the sight of him and the sugary manner of communication, which seemed so strained and feigned. And he, in turn, just threw sidelong glances and smirks at you. Even while working in the classroom, he constantly monitors your drawing process, lingering on every stroke and movement.

You were on your way back to the auditorium now because you forgot to pick up your supplies. Opening the door with a creak, you slipped into an empty room.

When you got to your place, you quickly began to put jars of paint, brushes and other trinkets back into your bag. However, your gaze immediately fell on the workplace of Eros.

Things were still in place, and the drawing was fixed on a wooden tablet. The open pages of a sketchbook with a familiar painted silhouette in a bag caught your eye.

Narrowing your eyes, your fingers pulled out the sketchbook themselves to check the guesses. But your heart beat faster when you saw how your portrait was drawn in neat pencil lines. Flipping through the page one by one, you were painted on each one: in different poses, emotions and facial expressions.

Being interested in such a discovery, you did not immediately feel someone else's presence behind your back and hot breath on your neck.

"Didn't they teach you not to take other people's things by stealth?" —There was a voice in your ear.

Turning around, you saw Eros with furrowed brows and his trademark stern gaze. His arms were folded across his chest, but there was no anger in him. Rather, embarrassment and misunderstanding..