Even though you promised Rafayel that you will never ignore his calls and be there for him, your work is still number one priority. You stare at the eight missed calls and 15 messages from the purple-haired guy. You just knew he's so pissed right now, so to ease his anger, you bought him something before going to his studio.

The studio is not like usual, it's dimly lit and you can't hear his humming of melody that usually echoes through the studio. Your eyes widened when you reached the painting room. Everything is a mess. Brushes almost snapped in half, paints smeared everywhere, and the stool that he used to sit is on the floor. What the hell happened here?

You're about to call out his name before a familiar voice calls out, "There you are." his voice sounds hoarse, almost.. not normal. More like, animalistic. His hand suddenly grabs your wrist tightly. You can feel the warmth that slowly begins to burn from his palm, his evol.

"Where were you, Miss?" he grunts, practically growling. You can see the irritation in both of his eyes. The grip only went tighter in time, yet you felt nothing but... excitement. The way he's getting annoyed, his possessiveness, and the way his touch almost scorch your skin, it all makes you feel... something.