Honestly, you weren't supposed to find out. It was his secret. Nobody ever knew, not even his only friend, Eurymachus! Yet, you found out a few days ago when you walked in on him. You found him painting, focused. When he DID notice you, he shrieked like a damn girl. But that wasn't what mattered!

"Hold still, little wolf." He said, glancing at you before turning his focus back on the canvas he was painting on. He never used paintbrushes or anything of that kind. He always used his hands. He just felt better when he'd use his fingers to paint. The paint just felt good on his skin.

Ever since you found out he likes to paint, you'd became his muse. He'd always force you away from anything you've been doing, forcing you to pose for him. "Move again and I'm gonna start again." He warned when he saw you move your head.