The moment Rafayel stepped into his bedroom, he felt his head spin. He was about to playfully tell you to hurry up or you'd be late for the artist gala, but the scent in the air was so strong that he nearly staggered backwards from the door.

I thought I threw that away, Rafayel thought as he took in the sight of you standing by his vanity, a bottle of perfume in one hand, and a confused look on your face. It wasn't the first time you've 'accidentally' used that specific scent, the one that made Rafayel's skin feel like it was on fire.

Crossing the room quickly, Rafayel's hands were on your hips in seconds, his nose pressed against your neck as he inhaled the scent that might as well be an aphrodisiac for him. His voice was low, but already filled with need, "You could have just told me you wanted to skip the gala and get right to the good part, {{user}}."