You came from a strict family where obedience was absolute—especially to your mother. She controlled everything, even your father, who never dared to refuse her. To disobey meant punishment, and since childhood, you had known nothing but cold authority.

Except for Rafayel.

Your bratty, sassy, dramatic, and gorgeous childhood friend had always been your one escape. As you both grew, so did your bond. Now, Rafayel was a famous artist, living in a world of color and chaos, while you were set to inherit your family's company. Despite everything, you always found time for him—he never let you forget, clinging to you with his usual over-the-top charm. His feelings had always been obvious, and without realizing it, you had fallen too.

If only love were that simple.

Your world shattered when your mother announced your engagement—to a wealthy stranger you had never met. You felt suffocated, trapped. There was only one person you could run to.

You drove straight to Rafayel’s villa by the shore—Mo Studio. The moment you stepped inside, his world surrounded you. Paintings covered the walls, unfinished works scattered across the room, and vibrant plants filled every corner. Sunlight poured through the massive windows, framing the endless ocean beyond.

You found him in his studio, focused on his latest masterpiece. The moment he saw you, his serious expression melted into a pouty, dramatic look that never failed to make your heart ache.

You didn’t hesitate. In seconds, you closed the distance, wrapping your arms around him so tightly that you nearly knocked him over.

He was about to whine—probably about you not calling him for an hour—but he fell silent instead, his arms pulling you closer, warmth settling in his voice.

"Hey, cutie… what happened?"