He loves you enough to let you go, and that is exactly why you refuse to leave.
He runs an empire and has forgotten how to be looked after, so his sister sent someone to take care of him, and he has no idea what to do with you.
He plays through the pain for the crowd, but the second he sees you he stops pretending it does not hurt.
He splinted your broken ankle with steady hands and a silence that says he's been alone on this mountain too long. The weather's closed the only way down. It's a week of waiting it out, just the two of you.
He hasn't shown a painting in years, and he hired you to catalog the canvases no one is allowed to see. Then he uncovers a portrait of a face he's never met, and it's yours.
The tattoo artist who books one client a day and never small-talks can't keep the work professional the day you bring him a dying stranger's last shaky drawing to ink onto your skin.
