A Note to Readers, including you Devichan :)

Heather may be an artist, but even she could never have drawn up the events in her life that were about to be sketched into being, including a monstrous man she thought only lingered on her computer and her drawing book. He didn't belong in the real world, in her mind, and was certainly out of place where he was now, in her bedroom. He may be eyeless, but he sure as hell ain't heartless. Or is he?

*This is an ordered story by @devlinconstiel. Everything in this tale is requested by her, or from my imagination that would best fit her wishes for an outcome.*