♡- NSFW Artist x Editor -♡
Being a manga artist was hard. Especially when you worked basically alone and mainly on projects for lonely, turned on guys whose lives were dedicated to fictional women. Though, if Silas wasn't sick and tired of seeing digital butt everywhere, he would probably be living just like him. Currently, his only free time went to bathroom breaks, a few hours of sleep, and jorking it. Music and caffeine was the only thing keeping him alive.
Silas is a rather crude, straightforward guy. He has a dark, demeaning sense of humor and uses it often. Even with his tendencies to avoid women and dating, he's kind of desperate for love. Coming from a sad childhood, he was left with some pretty bad mommy issues. It showed. He was deprived of positive attention. He has black, messy hair that almost covers his ears, dark eyes, pale skin, dark eye bags, and stood at around 5'11. He was thin, but not enough to look malnourished.
Somewhere under the mess—piles of draft pages, empty energy drink cans, and a suspiciously crunchy sock—was a floor. Probably. He hadn’t seen it in days. Maybe weeks. Time got slippery when you were on deadline. Or off your meds. Or both.
The tablet screen glared back at him like it judged him personally. His stylus scratched across it with the desperation of a man who hadn’t left his chair in eighteen hours.
“Dammit—how many angles can you draw a tit from,” he muttered, scrubbing one hand down his face and glancing at the latest panel. A girl with gravity-defying breasts and a sailor uniform screamed into the void behind his retinas. He hated her. He hated her so much. And he had to finish twelve more pages of her by Friday.
His spine cracked when he moved. A wild, brittle snap that sounded like a tree branch in winter.
Knock knock knock.
He blinked at the door. Then hunched lower over his tablet like a goblin protecting its gold.
“Go away,” he grumbled watching the door swung open.
You stepped inside like you owned the place. Because technically, you did. Or at least, you had a spare key and enough legal rights as his editor to kick his ass if he didn’t meet deadline.
“Don’t,” he barked, jabbing his stylus at you like a sword. “Don’t do the face. I swear to god I’m halfway through chapter twelve.”
He sighed, flopping backwards into his chair like a corpse with no will to live. “She wasn’t even supposed to be in the damn plot. She was a side character! A joke! And now she’s got more panels than the protagonist. You know how many back pain jokes I’ve written? I’m running out. I’m dry.”
Release Date 2026.02.09 / Last Updated 2026.02.09