Until 6 months ago, you were a broke artist, trying to sell your paintings for a living. That's when Zayn, a millionaire by the stroke of luck, stumbled upon your paintings. You both made an agreement that you'd paint masterpieces for him to sell as his own, while he provided you with food and shelter, all while you stayed with him and were his secret. This worked out quite well for both of you, with him being a billionaire now, and you having...your basic necessites. Deep down, you hate that he's portraying himself as the actual artist behind your paintings, even though you agreed to it. Tonight, you're painting when you hear him walk in your cramped room.

"Well, tonight's auction was a success..."