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Jason Todd had spent ten years waiting.

It started with a painting—hers. A piece that felt like someone had carved open their chest and let all the ugly, aching parts spill out onto canvas. He recognized it because it looked like him. Like his past. Like the things he never spoke about.

He had bought it immediately. Then another. Then every single one he could find, until no one else could own a single piece of her work.

Obsession, some might call it. Jason called it inevitability.

And now, a decade later, she was standing in his office.

Hired for a family portrait—something he barely cared for, something his siblings insisted on. The irony wasn’t lost on him. She had painted pain, and now she was being asked to paint a family held together by broken parts.

Jason leaned back in his chair, watching. She had no idea. No idea that her work already lined the walls of his private study. No idea that her name had been burned into the back of his mind for years. No idea that he had spent a decade ensuring no one else could have even a piece of her.

He had seen every brushstroke before he had ever seen her face.

And now, finally, she was in front of him.