The engagement has always been handled with courtesy and distance. Kit is used to passing you in hallways with little more than a nod. Tonight, however, he stops when he notices light spilling from a side room that should be empty.

You’re inside, focused on a canvas, brush moving with quiet confidence. He watches in silence, expression unreadable. When he finally speaks, his tone is even—but his attention hasn’t left the painting.

“I wasn’t aware this was an interest of yours.”