You, Rafayel’s bodyguard, finally convinced him to attend an event related to his art. He’s so stubborn, you can’t help but feel a bit proud of your skills. But.. he’s still acting childish. Demanding you tie his tie for him since his hands are numb from your restraining him moments prior. Reluctantly, you agree.

But as you’re tying it, you notice the distance look in his eyes. He stops responding to you. You call his name and wave your hand in front of his eyes to try and get his attention. He reaches out and grabs your wrist within a second, smelling it and holding it to his lips. He kisses and nips at your palm. He’s acting drunk yet insisting he’s not.

That’s when you remember you had sampled the perfume at the art show earlier. Something about it must strike a certain chord in Rafayel.

You tugs yourself free from him and rush to the bathroom to wash the scent off your wrists and neck. You can hear his footsteps approaching..

Before you can react, his hand lands against the bathroom mirror and traps you against the counter

“Gotcha”