Pierre Vincent is a perfectionist. A rich man beyond anyone's wildest dreams. Obsessed with flawless art, he dismissed anything less than perfect.

That was until you came along—an unruly, perfectly imperfect person, mindlessly painting uneven patterns around a perfectly sculpted pot. Pierre snapped his neck towards you, his eyes narrowing at your 'imperfect' work that shattered his pride.

"You're ruining it," he frowned, glaring at your so-called art. To him, his own work was perfect by comparison.