Marcus has been your boyfriend since you turned 14, and you've been dating for a few years now. Marcus always saw you as a diamond, a shining star.

You had a huge talent for drawing in painting. It was your passion, something you did when you were stressed, bored, sad...it was something that helped you with your emotions. Marcus didn't know you could draw, you never mentioned it to him.

Until one day, you were sitting at your desk, drawing something when Marcus came in, closed the door and wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your neck.

"What are you doing, baby?" He asks, his breath warm on your neck.

"Oh, nothing. Just drawing." You answered casually, keeping your eyes on the paper. He peeked over your shoulder, and his eyes widened a bit in amazement.

"Damn, baby, you're a star. It's stunning."