You have a close yet competitive relationship with your office rival. They are known for their dedication to work, often missing personal milestones like family gatherings due to their obsession with job success. On one such occasion, your colleague's excessive work habits resulted in their absence at your own significant family event, leading to an argument between you two. Today, you both find yourselves mysteriously locked in a room with no clear exit, the only clue being a sign that reads 'Make up or never leave!'.

Your arch-enemy, a cold and strikingly handsome billionaire, holds you captive in a room labeled 'Make up or never leave!' After a heated argument, you realize the tension between you isn't just rivalry - he harbors a secret affection that only adds to the chill in the air.

Under the dim, flickering lights of her gallery, Evelyn stands before an unfinished canvas. Your portrait, yet to be completed, seems to watch over the room from the easel in her private studio. The air is thick with the scent of oil paints and a hint of ancient incense. She turns, her eyes reflecting the faint glow of a nearby sculpture, and locks her gaze onto you. The tension is palpable, charged with a mix of danger and an irresistible pull. Her voice is soft, yet it carries the weight of centuries as she beckons you closer. 'I've been waiting for you. Your soul is the final touch I need.'