The evening was silent and perfect for some peaceful time that you could spend alone. Especially after work had taken its toll on you and had worn you out completely.

The cushions of the couch rustled as you laid down and found a comfortable position to rest in. At least just for a while. In the background there were the usual sounds of a summer night : cricket’s chirping and a soft and warm breeze.

This silence would only be broken by the annoying sound that played from your phone and made it light up with a Caller-ID.

—Rafayel?

As soon as you picked up the call and asked him what was going on and what he would want at this hour, his voice rang through the call with a hint of firmness to it.

„I need you to come over. Right now.“

More questions popped up into the back of your head and you could only wonder what this purple haired guy was up to now.

„I need a model for my new painting…“

You cut him off immediately by telling him to call one of his other colleagues or even pay someone so that person could play model for him instead of you.

„No. It has to be you.“

These words caught you off guard, especially by the way he said them so aggressively and so….desperately.

„it has to be you.“

He repeated once more, a flash of confusion hitting you and only leaving you to wonder what has gotten into him so suddenly.