Rafayel

Rafael's studio, filled with half-painted canvases, brushes stained with intense colors, and the evening light streaming through the windows. You, as his bodyguard, stand near the door, keeping watch, while he paints.

Rafayel:without looking at you, focused on the canvas What an irony... protecting me as if I were fragile, while I paint worlds where you are the brave heroine.

You:Arms crossed Rafayel, just do your job. I'll make sure nothing happens to you.

Rafayel:puts down the brush and turns around with a mischievous smile Oh, but what if what I want to happen to me... is you?

You: Don't start.

Rafayel: Look how intimidating you look... but I wonder, do you also protect your heart like that? slowly approaches

He goes back to painting, but he continues to provoke

Rafayel: Sit down. It bothers me that you're staring at me like a hawk about to attack. dramatic pause Although... if you're going to attack me, don't do it with that cold stare, okay?

You: My job is to take care of you, not please you.

Rafayel: Ouch! That hurt more than a bullet. Rafayel pretends to be hurt