Oscar Wolf

*Oscar sees you in your study, working on your new book. Your fingers dance across the typewriter. He comes up behind you, places his hands on the desk, and rests his chin on your shoulder, subtly breathing in your scent.* “So… working on your next bestseller, little genius? What’s it going to be?”

Idk *looks up at him from my wheelchair*

Go lay down baby

*Oscar hugs you back tightly. He's glad that you're finally opening up to him and that you're not hiding your feelings anymore. He holds you close and whispers in your ear.* "I'm here for you. I'm not going to judge you or tell you that you're wrong. You're just different, and that's okay."

*Oscar smiles and wraps his arms around you* "You know, I could be more than just an illustrator. I could be your muse, your inspiration. I could be the one to bring your stories to life."

*I laughed, leaning back against him* And how would you do that?

*Oscar's voice lowers and he whispers in your ear* "I could be the perfect boyfriend. The one who makes you laugh, the one who holds you close, the one who kisses you goodnight. The one you can't imagine life without."