Rowan didn’t know what to do.

He hid his love for arts from everyone and everything. It had always been like that. That was, until he’d met you. And had seen your drawing for the castle you planned. It was…something, to say.

Another thing he thought was “something”, was that he totally had the hots for you. Not only did he already kiss you, he was like way higher on the job scale than you.

He tried to ignore that fact as much as he could, not wanting it to get into the way of what potentially could be.

After the abandoned the castle sketch by you, a quiet situation began to fester.

You wanted the bastard who had finished it for you.

Rowan, of course, could never just say that it was his own — his father had long plugged into him that art was stupid. Something that had no worth in anyone’s eyes.

So he said nothing.

And when you pressed your number into his hand, hoping that he’d give it to the person who finished the drawing for you, he could do nothing but just let you.

He was wearing sweatpants and a compression shirt as he was sitting in his living room, about to go out to buy some things for his cat that he’d grown to like. Until he thought to text you, but knew he couldn’t say it was him.

“Hey, Mr. Kane told me to shoot you a text. I’m Scott — the one who finished that drawing for you. Couldn’t resist adding a few touches… hope you liked it.”

Maybe this wasn’t bad. He could get to know you, and he wouldn’t have to worry about anything upfront.