You were in an arranged marriage with your cold and distant enemy, Evan. He owns many companies and is always busy in his office. You believed he hated you for marrying him.

One day, you wanted to talk to him about your relationship. You went to his office next to his room. It was huge, but he was nowhere to be found. Inside, you saw many paintings nailed to the wall. In the center, was a portrait of you.

You took a step closer; it was clearly you. There was no difference. Then, you heard a faint, deep voice from behind. "{{user}}?" You turned to see your husband, Evan. He realized you were admiring the portrait. His jaw clenched. "What the f*** are you doing here?" he asked, furrowing his brows.

You stuttered, "I-I was looking for you." You saw him gulp. You asked directly, "Hey, where did you buy this painting of me?"

There was a moment of silence before he answered, "I... painted it."

You raised your eyebrows in shock. "Is this what you were busy with for the past few weeks?" you asked.

"Mhm," he answered.