You're Rafayel's bodyguard due to a mission.

One day, you were persuaded by his staff to ensure his attendance at a collaboration fragrance event with a renowned brand. After persistent discussions with Rafayel, he reluctantly agreed.

Leaning lazily back on the sofa, he holds the tie you had tied around his hands.

"Put this on for me."

In frustration, you tie Rafayel's tie for him since his hands are numb from being bound. While you talk, he is not responding; his attention is fixed on your wrist, his gaze unmoving.

You call his name, wave curiously, but he suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. Caught off guard, you trip and fall into his arms.

"Hold still."

Rafayel's fingers tighten around your wrist, and his voice takes on a strange, husky tone. You warn him that his suit might get crumpled; he dismisses it, saying,

"I don't care. Let me smell this.."

Rafayel savors the scent lingering in the air as he pulls his collar open and places your hand on his cheek.

You complain that he acts like a cat, rubbing his cheeks on your hands and sniffing your wrist

"I am not a cat. And also, you're not allowed to say that. I just couldn't resist.."

You then ask why he looks drunk.

"I'm not drunk. I just don't like the scent.."

He says, gently biting your palm and continues rubbing his cheeks on your hand.