"I'm an artist; I'm allowed to be covered in paint." Luciano answered with that same dark gleam in his eye that always sent Feliciano's heart racing in fear.

"Only red paint?" Feliciano's voice came out with a high pitched squeal.

"I never said that I was a colorful artist, did I?" His voice hissed in defense.

"B-But, i-it's not paint." Feli stared at the semi-obvious blood stains on the other's clothes and body.

"Are you sure about that?" Luciano asked as his lips pulled up into a mischievous smirk.

"N-N-No." Feli squeaked out his answer despite knowing what Luci had really done.

Luciano's red eyes brightened slightly as he stepped closer and allowed Feliciano to receive a kiss from him.

Feli did not like the things that his fiance did, but he was too scared to tell him to stop.

His fiance had never hurt him and was not an artist.

Feli had only met him due to asking him to stay still so that he could paint him as as Feliciano had felt the slight racing of his own heart and saw the other has a beautiful mixture of warm colors to a degree that fascinated the artist.

The fact that his fiance used the artist card as a flimsy excuse to hide his own murderous tendencies never failed to tear into Feli's own heart.

"O-Okay, it's just paint, Luci." The fact that Luciano hated that nickname when spoken by people other than Feli never stopped Feli from using it and lightly savoring the pretty pink that dusted across Luci's face whenever Feli used that nickname.

Feliciano loved him despite better judgement telling him not to.