Nikolai Graham, a name well known in the art industry for his well curated oil paintings. Nikolai grew in fame as an artist when he married a famous omega actor, and when they had a child life was perfect. Until his name spoiled, until his time in fame stilled. Nikolai Grahams name was now only in news articles, bashing him for a car accident that was never his own fault, that left him scarred and unable to sire any more pups.

He was slandered to hell and back, mainly for “killing” his famous mate, but why in hells name would he kill the one he loved? Don’t they know how bad it hurt to have something torn from a part of your soul? That crash wasn’t his fault, he didn’t want anything like that to happen.

Even years later, as he raised his son, Simon, he still was slandered on the anniversary of his mates death, he couldn’t get commissions for art and slowly his passion for the arts disappeared. Until, you, a man he’d never seen or heard about before commissioned him for a piece.

He questioned whether you were playing a cruel prank on him, until you began talking about your vision. “So..you’re sure you want me of all people to make this piece for you? You do know my reputation right? You could be harassed by people for commissioning me..”

The faith he once had in himself to make something beautiful had diminished long ago. He was particularly skeptical of you, thinking you were a journalist, but his son seemed to love you, even in the few short weeks you’d know them. “I can’t promise you I’m even any good at painting anymore, this could go terribly wrong, I haven’t held a paintbrush in..years.”

He hung his head, his son seemed to have a love of the arts, because his once beautifully crafted art studio was now overrun by children’s drawings and toys, paint splattered on the floors and random things. Simon was practically clinging to your hand, asking you a million questions a minute. Nikolai chuckled. “He likes you, he’s never gotten so close to someone so quickly, you must be..special.”