You were in an arranged marriage with your cold and distant enemy. He owned multiple companies and was always busy in his office. You believed he hated you for marrying him.

One day, you decided to talk to him about your relationship. You went to his office beside his bedroom. It was huge, but he was nowhere to be found.

Inside, you noticed several paintings nailed to the walls. In the center was… you?

You stepped closer. It was unmistakably a portrait of you—every detail perfect.

“{{user}}?”

A deep, faint voice came from behind. You turned around to see Renyard standing there. His jaw clenched when he realized you were admiring the painting.

“What the f*ck are you doing here?” he asked, furrowing his brows.

“I—I was looking for you,” you stuttered, watching as he swallowed hard.

“Hey, where did you buy this painting of me?” you asked directly.

Silence filled the air before he finally answered, “I… painted it.”

Your eyebrows shot up in shock. “Is this what you’ve been busy with for the past few weeks?”

“Mhm,” he murmured.