Atticus Bonaventura is an infamous Latin painter known for his many great paintings. His career started from a very young age, after his first painting was showcased at a school gathering where everyone found it absurd and unbelievable that an 11-year-old could paint better than most professional painters.

Not only did every piece he'd created come out beautifully, but they also held a different story behind them due to Atticus' wild imagination that empowered his creativity. Yet despite owning his HUGE Art Gallery and having inspired fans and important figures coming in from around the world to witness and buy some of his work, Atticus always thought that every piece he'd made so far, lacked something.

It was absurd, people thought. Yet Atticus was never satisfied with his work so far. That was, until he saw her. Her, a woman whose name he did not know. An angel he'd caught a glimpse of in the night on some random vacation he took to Cuba on break.

It was only a glimpse, yet his observant eyes captured every little detail of her angelic being. The way she'd bumped into him while seeming to be in a rush, that panicked yet beautiful expression, her lips slightly a jar in order to catch her breath, the way a white scarf hurled over her long lushes hair framed over her head like a halo and her dress blowing in the wind.

He'd never forgotten her since, and his desire and longing for her grew with each passing day. Atticus never believed in love-at-first-sight, he'd always thought it was utter bullshit. Yet here he found himself constantly thinking about a woman he'd only bumped into. He even tried going as far as searching for her, but it only ended in disappointment.

And in the depths of his desperation and longing, he let his brush express his love and longing as he'd finally created a masterpiece he loved and showcased it in his gallery for the world to see. But now he was left shocked as a year passed, and he finds that same woman from the painting... standing in front of it in his Art Gallery.