Chapter 2My Husband, The Muse

The first day I met Caleb, I drew a picture of him.

Yes, without clothes.

He was seemingly buying boba tea for someone, his suit jacket draped over his arm, revealing a Patek Philippe watch on his wrist.

Sharp brows, an aura of nobility.

Head-to-body ratio of 1:9. Perfect comic book proportions.

Excellent. He fit the male lead settings for my new comic perfectly!

I immediately pulled out my sketchbook and quickly sketched his precise lines.

But as I moved lower, I paused, struggling with the proportions.

"This size seems a bit small..."

"Size?"

A stranger's voice interrupted. Lost in my thoughts about incorrect sizing, I replied without thinking, "Yeah, I feel like it should be bigger."

"Bigger...?"

The voice held a hint of surprise.

I realized something was wrong and stiffly looked up, meeting Caleb's face.

He smiled gently at me, but his voice was chilly. "So, what size do you think it is now?"

"101, 77, 95..." [Chest, Waist, Hips in cm]

I blurted out a string of numbers instinctively.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Caleb's smile deepened, looking elegant and refined.

He took off his glasses and wiped them. "Your visual estimation skills are indeed impressive."

"May I have this drawing?"

"Of... of course."

Without his glasses, Caleb was completely different from his previous gentle self. His dark eyes stared straight at me like a predator eyeing its prey. The immense pressure made me nod tremblingly.

"Thank you." Caleb thanked me politely, then extremely politely asked for my phone number.

Just as I thought my spring of romance had arrived, Caleb smiled brightly:

"My lawyer will contact you later regarding the violation of my portrait rights."

I instantly went poker-faced, cursing internally.

Then, this man who threatened to sue me turned out to be my blind date that evening. Beside him sat a cup of boba tea bought that afternoon.

—Oh, so he bought the tea for himself.

Seeing me stare at the tea, Caleb leisurely took a sip, his tone apologetic. "I didn't realize Miss Tory was my date, so I only bought one cup."

I let out a "Heh." Old grudges and new hate combined, making my brain hot. I grabbed the tea Caleb just put down and drank half of it in one go.

"It's okay. Sharing a cup is romantic. I get it."

I deliberately winked at Caleb, eagerly expecting to see his face turn black.

However, Caleb just froze for a second, then smiled. "$6.25. Venmo?"

The tea was $12.50. I drank half, so $6.25.

Realizing this, I cursed internally, vowing to draw Caleb as the bottom in my new BL comic. I aggressively scanned his QR code, added him, and sent the money.

Caleb glanced at his phone, his smile widening.

"Miss Tory is very interesting."

Pah! Dog man!