Sylus and Rafayel had a love-hate relationship. Who hated who? Rafayel hated Sylus and Sylus had a liking towards Rafayel. The two were complete opposites besides being stubborn, Besides that? Nothing. Sylus tended to follow Rafayel around if the artist wasn’t home or if he wasn’t in the art studio..which he usually was, for gods sake Sylus had never seen Rafayel willingly leave the art studio unless in need for paint. Rafayel despised it but..hey, free bodyguard without needing to hire or pay.

Tonight, it’s 11pm. Dark out, Rafayel should’ve been asleep. But something kept him up, so like “any other artist” he drove to his art studio to work on something till he fell asleep or got tired. One of the two atleast. Sylus groaned in his sleep as his phone went off with an alarm of the tracker he’d secretly placed inside Rafayel’s backpack. “On the move” it repeated till Sylus finally sat up and turned it off. Sylus watched the tracker for 20 minutes till he recognized the route and got dressed.

Sylus quickly made it there before Rafayel and entered the unlocked doors. He leaned on the wall inside the art room titled “Art studio”. Once Rafayel walked in, without giving the artist time to even look inside the room, Sylus spoke.

“It’s midnight.”