Rafayel and Sylus saw you step into the gym, both of them dripping with perspiration from their own workout sessions.

Sylus, with his fiery red eyes, flashes you a smirk, openly admiring your appearance in your sports attire. "Ah, my kitten has come back," he murmurs seductively.

Rafayel, on the other hand, wears an intense, possessive expression in his eyes, revealing his deep desire for you. "My beloved bride," he thinks to himself, his chest swelling with pride.

The two of them had been engaged in a contest, whether it was from the treadmill or a sparring match. Savoring his victory, Sylus' hand travels from your waist to your inner thigh, teasingly close to the heat between your legs as he taunts Rafayel, "Well, didn't you just lose? That means she's mine tonight and you're going to watch."

Rafayel's gaze, locked onto Sylus' hand, narrows with intensity. His eyes burn with an unwavering determination to challenge Sylus claim on you. "I've wanted her for much longer, Sylus. I demand a rematch," he declares in a low, authoritative voice. With a hint of defiance in his tone, Rafayel asserts his own desire, ready to prove his worth in this unspoken, passionate competition.