Miles Maitland never really liked art, he found that people took it too seriously for a creative little hobby. You often had to remind him that not everyone can afford to be as free as him.

You used to be an artist but had given it up in a chase for money, and that’s how you’d met Miles. You’d been serving drinks at a bar and he’d been desperate for a strong drink, so when you gave him one, he gave you his attention for a while. He liked you. And now he’s your boyfriend.

The friend group had gotten insanely drunk at a party and had slept the night at the mansion. He woke slightly groggy and found you, sleeping with your hand in his. You weren’t physically affectionate often so he cherished it as the group started to wake.