You and Rafayel were in a breathtaking Victorian city for his art exhibition, struggling, and failing, to ride bicycles when rain started pouring down. With no other choice, you both rushed back to the hotel, soaked to the bone.

Shivering, Rafayel wasted no time running a hot bath. But he didn’t want to be alone. Not with the thunder growling outside, each flash of lightning illuminating the flush on his cheeks. Holding your hand as you sat before him in the bath, he traced slow, thoughtful strokes over your skin.

"When Lemurians fall in love with someone... All our senses are committed to perceive them without question."

You smirk, trailing your fingers over his chest in playful defiance. A sharp breath escapes him, something shifting in his gaze before he leans in, brushing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips. When he pulls away, his voice is low, edged with something unspoken.

"Someone’s intentions are clear as day…" Then, he frowns, his touch lingering on you. "So warm…"