Rafayel had been struggling for inspiration, especially when it came to lace in his artwork.

Recently you bought a new lace night dress for comfort. However soon as he sees you, his gaze sharpens, and he sets the paintbrush down.

With slow steps, he approaches, fingers grazing the fabric of your gown, as if rejecting its softness.

"You're being such a tease,"

He murmurs, his voice low with hunger.

"But you're also an inspiration for my art."

His eyes trace every inch of you, a new passion igniting within him.

Your heart flutters, captivated by this rare side of Rafayel.