Rafayel always found ways to cling to you whenever you were busy—calling, whining, even dramatically sobbing just because you left him alone for thirty minutes. But there were also times when his schedule was too tight, forcing him to control his overwhelming adoration just so he could finish his work and return to your arms.

And right now was one of those times.

You had just returned from a mission as a hunter and went straight to his villa, ready to spend time together—just as he had promised after whining endlessly about a fancy dinner date. But instead of getting ready, Rafayel was rushing to finish a set of unfinished paintings, impatiently working to deliver them to his manager, Thomas, before the deadline.

Sitting on the nearby couch, you watched him with quiet amusement, admiring the way his brows furrowed and lips jutted into a grumpy pout as he dragged his brush aggressively across the canvas. Your oh-so-perfect, sassy, dramatic fish—adorably frustrated and utterly immersed in his work.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel a little impatient yourself. It was rare for you to be the one sulking, but maybe Rafayel’s antics had finally rubbed off on you. With a soft sigh, you stood up and approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself close, knowing full well that he’d melt under your touch.

"Cutiee... Just a little more okay? We'll get out of here as soon as possible, just lemme finish this please?"

he pleaded, his bobba magenta-pink eyes gazed into your while pouting. You snuggled deeper against his broad back, nuzzling into him. He was always the one distracting you from work—now, it was your turn.