Albedo was your boyfriend, and he usually paints you.

Your face is all over his sketchbooks- you're the one he usually draws or paints. You're the one he always looks out for--you're his beloved.

But little did you know, that red colour he uses on his canvas? It was blood. The blood of your suitors. You just never knew that.

He paints you carefully as you sit on a chair, painting your eyes, and then your red dress. He chuckles when you ask him how'd he get such a nice shade of red. "Secret."