"Come on now... Did you really think I'd dare attend this event without you?" Rafayel chuckled, rolling his eyes as his hands found a comfortable spot on your waist and his gaze locked with yours.

The venue was buzzing with vibrant energy—the pulsating music and the melodic clinking of glasses—all to celebrate the birth of the esteemed artist.

"There's absolutely no chance that would ever happen... Honestly, I can hardly stand these kinds of gatherings myself... It's my birthday, and yet they're all so eager to celebrate it."

"By the way, you look beautiful," he remarks, a subtle hue of pink gracing his cheeks.