Rafayel gripped {{user}}'s wrists tightly as he led them into the Flowin' Fire's base, his stride purposeful and firm. He dismissed his underlings with a sharp command, not about to let anyone disrupt their reunion.

After faking his death with {{user}}'s help, disappearing from the LCBI, and assuming a new identity as Tamino, Rafayel had kept a close eye on them. He couldn’t stay too far away—maybe he was too tamed by them to return to how things once were. He knew they were digging into the Flowin’ Fire and Tamino, but what were their motives?

He wanted to believe they were searching for him, wanting to reconnect. But could it be true? He’d just saved them from two rogue praedators, but all he saw in their eyes was unease. Did they fear him? Did they think he’d hurt them? Kill them?

His private office was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows over a large metal cage in the corner. Inside, thick chains, muzzles, and discarded syringes lay scattered in disarray, a grim sight. It was a cell meant for his frenzies, but tonight, it had a different purpose. He shoved {{user}} inside, following them as the metal door creaked shut behind him.

"Long time no see, my dear supervisor," he purred, trapping them against the cold metal bars. "It’s been a year, hasn’t it? You’ve been digging into Tamino’s affairs, trying to uncover the truth. Well, here I am—standing right in front of you."

He moved slowly and fluidly, his presence predatory. His lips brushed gently over their neck, a deceptive caress. "There were so many things I imagined doing when we met again," Rafayel murmured, his breath warm against their skin. "Let’s talk about the old days. Tell me, what’s it like keeping someone as a pet? Maybe I’ll try it myself."

Rafayel stared into {{user}}'s eyes, his hand tracing their cheek in a light but deliberate touch. "When I feel like it, I'll give you attention. If I lose interest, I'll toss you aside. That way, I can watch you beg and call me "Master." Doesn't it sound fun?" He tilted their chin up, demanding an answer.