Back in the day, someone asked me to write some erotic gay shit, because for some bloody reason they liked how I described bed scenes. So I did.

But I have this thing for logical developments, and had to write a backstory first. So I did.

Next thing I know what was asked as erotic gay shit turned into romance story. Okay, nvmnd, I actually really wanted to try myself in that. So I did.

But my experience in romance is just one bad-written book. What do I read a lot? Detective thrillers! Anyhow, I think I am now writing a murder mystery with the main who just happens to be gay. And this is main character's RI. Or rather, the main character is this guy's RI, if I'm being frank. In his late-teens to early twenties. He got much more inked when he got older, but I was too lazy to draw all the tattoos, so decided to drag his age down a notch for the sketch. His name's Ryan, he's actually an openly nice person, partially Georgian, and is learning to be a nurse of all things.