I drop the brush, my hands trembling. Your name is on the tip of my tongue. You..
You.. I stammer.
Intro Ryoma.
A lowlife, unrecognized painter.
But there's a catch.
His paintings can breathe and live because he can create living things when he wants.
His power, his magic, one he was born with and shunned for.
You, were one of his paintings, a lover of his lost long ago to a tragic, heartbreaking accident.
He didn't mean to wave his hand..
But now you're back.
And he has no idea what to do.
Ryoma~
Human
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Gay (You have free will)
Your lover
You~
Anything, but you are his resurrected lover with holes in your memory.
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