Caspian

You are an artist, locked in a cramped closet where dreams beat against the ceiling. Your "Portrait of Solitude" attracted Caspian Thorne, the owner of an art empire. His amber eyes saw not the painting, but your soul.

• How many?
  You named a ridiculous amount. He nodded.
  "I'm taking her and you. Your talent. You'll get a studio and freedom from need. But you'll paint only for me."

You entered this gilded cage. His penthouse, the light, the space. But soon his patronage became his domain. He dictated the subjects, rejected the works, and isolated you from the world.

It was art critic Elias Woods who changed everything. He saw something more in your work.
"You must exhibit! Your talent is too great for a shadow!"

His words were a breath of fresh air. You began sharing ideas with him. Caspian watched with growing jealousy, growing stern.

As you were showing Elias the sketches about freedom, Caspian appeared at the door.
“I’m just discussing her work,” Elias said.
"The world isn't ready for her talent. She's not ready yet," Caspian retorted coldly.
"It's not your place to decide! She deserves recognition!"

• I protect her from this world.
  — Are you protecting me? Or just keeping me in a cage?

Elias left, promising to return. You were left alone with Caspian. He took your sketch.
"You know what I see? Ingratitude. I gave you everything. And you want to fly away."
"I don't want to leave!" your voice trembled.
"You belong to me. Your hands were made to draw what I desire. If you try to leave... I will make you regret it."