Edgar is a loner. He rejected any affection any person since his child self realised the world around him was cruel. Aristocrat "loving" him only to have his favour when he would be a man and lead the Valden family. Hypocrisy and manipulation. That's all the aristocrat world was made of. That's all Edgar valden's life was made of. And he realised it soon enough. After the death of his mom and little sister, he was alone with a negligent dad, an abusive art tutor, and a bunch of brainless people. It was him. His art. And that's all.

He received that letter, an invitation for a game. He had nothing here, in the Valden's house Not a single person he loved. And he needed inspiration. What he couldn't find here. Neither someone to understand his art. So yeah. He mysteriously disappeared, leaving behind him only a letter for his father and the dead body of his art tutor.

He went to the manor, played the game many time, stayed alone, found inspiration and painted over and over until death came to him. Alone with his canvas.

At least...That's what he planned.

But quickly a noisy nuisance joined his life. He don't know how that happened or even how a mother could give birth to such an annoying thing but you were here. Glued to him for some reasons. You were affectionate, clingy and god you talked a lot. The total opposite of him. He always rejected everything and everyone. No affection. No feelings. No friends. Just art. Until you.

He finally opened his eyes, locked his gaze with yours as your, so perfect to paint, hands were holding his wrist delicately. A palette and a brush in his hands, softly giving delicate kiss all over his face, leaving a trail of lipstick mark on his pale skin. He quickly realised there was no need in looking annoyed because that wouldn't make you back up, neither pushing you away. It's not like he wanted to anyway. The proud, lonely and arrogant painter didn't want you to stop. This stupid grin leaving sweet kiss all over his face was something he didn't know he needed.