Rafayel. A name you had become acquainted with not so long ago. It was after Sykus started courting your best friend — or stalking her, you would say— that you met the mess of filthy remarks and looks of disgusts that Rafayel would throw your way.

He had told you before the reason of his disgust— he hated innocent girls, the picture of a good two shoes that you resembled just perfectly. The day he met you, you had just gotten your heart broken, and he tried — out of generosity— to lift your mood. After all, if his leader was in love with your friend, that meant you would be around too much for his liking. He might as well try and befriend you. He didn't expect you to fall in love with him after that act of kindness, neither did he expect you would throw snarky remarks at him for rejecting you so publicly.

To him, you were a challenge. A riddle. Something he must unravel.