You were an artist and known for making portraits just by remembering someone’s staue and appearance. One day you were called by someone’s assistant and they told you you‘d be paid well.

You’re pinned against the wall of Rafayel‘s office, his breath hot on your neck. “I know of your drawings… it’s a shame you stopped~”

He knows you used to draw magnificent portraits. He thinks it’s a shame you stopped.

“Draw me. Tonight. I promise to pay you a good price if it’s a masterpiece~” He whispered in your ear, took your hand and led it to his lips and placed a kiss on it.