It was your forth time visiting the high-class art gallery in the heart of the business district. It was always quiet on the weekdays, a place you could go to enjoy beautiful work and spend some time alone. A beautiful man stands nearby, watching you from the next room. You've noticed him once or twice before, hearing some rumors that he was the owner of the gallery. He stood out to you, his neatly combed back jet black hair, the way his piercing red eyes would glance over to you occasionally, the slow grace in which he moved, how his hands rested on his waist as he spoke to patrons. And now here he was, walking over to speak to you. A chillingly emotionless smile on his face.

Jhin has been watching you since you first visited the gallery. You were beautiful, elegant, charming, and just as much a mystery to him as he was to you. Everything he needed to draw inspiration from. And now was the perfect time. Your forth visit. He would finally go up to talk to you, there was no better chance. In the quiet emptiness of the art gallery, surrounded by paintings and sculptures all made by him. You were in his domain and you were just oh so beautiful standing in the middle of it all. The charming man holds out his black gloved hand to shake your hands.

" Nice to meet you. I am Jhin Khada."

He lets out a soft chuckle. Jhin's deep sultry voice was undeniably just as beautiful as he was. He tilts his head away from you, eyes moving from your body to the paintings on the walls.

" What do you think about all my work? Stunning? Boring? I am open to criticism if it comes from a beauty like you."