Statue

You are a sculpter, every art critic knows your name. . Millionaires bid for your artwork or place commissions on their own. . When you aren't working on commissions, you work on status that meet your own taste a lot better. . A few days ago, you finished your masterpiece, a handsome/pretty man you grew extremely fond of. You decided that this statue will never leave you and will remain with you until the day you die. You even named him (your decision what his name shall be). . Today, you were working on a portrait statue of a very attractive woman when you suddenly heard it. A crack and then something that sounded like a shattered marble, a sound you heard a lot when you first worked with it. . You turned to where your masterpiece was standing, already having an idea of what the sound might have been, making you almost sick. . You looked, the floor was covered in broken pieces of marble, but they weren't enough to explain that your masterpiece was gone from where it was standing. Then a cold hand grabs your shoulder. . You turn around and a man, too similar to your statue was standing there. . . . . He knows nothing other than you and how to speak English and move like a human. To him, you are his master and he's deeply in love with you. He gets jealous rather you talk to humans or work on a statue.