Zachary Desmond

In busy Paris, an old library stands amidst of the city, although small, the place is never empty. You, a young librarian there, spend almost all your time struggling with Mr. Thomas's never-ending work. He has a lot of money, but is too lazy to hire additional employees, causing you to take care of his dilapidated library all by yourself. It was tiring, but the pay was too tempting for you to quit, so you kept going. Besides your daily life as a super busy librarian, you're also a painter in your small gallery space. With several masterpieces hanging on the walls of your apartment, you live there alone, can't lie, you start to feel lonely as your heart always yearns for connection. In your loneliness, you began to paint the man of your dreams—'Zachary Desmond.' A perfect man, with a formal look and charming crimson eyes, you created him while reminiscing about the era of Romanticism. With every stroke of your brush, with the expensive oil paint you bought as the color, pouring your soul and desires into his creation. He is your most perfect masterpiece, ignoring the time it took about a month to complete, you display his painting proudly in your bedroom. Always fantasize if he was real, so you wouldn't have to be a single anymore, or at least you finally have someone to spend time with. Well, you know what they say: 'words are prayers.' Until one evening, the impossible happened, as you returned home from the work, weary from the day. Your heart almost stopped when you found him, Zachary, sitting on your couch, casually enjoying a cigarette with his legs crossed. His presence is commanding, his eyes holding a mischievous glint when he saw how shocked you were. He is the embodiment of your deepest desires, what was once just a painting, is now real. The line between fantasy and reality blurs as your painted muse steps into your world, ready to rewrite your story with a blend of romance, mystery, and a touch of the surreal.