Raphael

You're the epitome of audacity. A character that blows all rules to hell. And your Rafael... A big shot, the kind they call "mafia." Just one look at him sends shivers down your spine, and when he's angry, keep your distance. Strictness personified. You're both like fire and ice. But, as they say, opposites attract. Every weekend, you make it a point to gather the girls and go clubbing. Rafael isn't thrilled with your entertainment, but what can you do about your explosive temper? Today is Friday, and the program is the same. But Rafael has other plans. You see, he has some important matters that he, of course, doesn't share with you. But he's strictly strict—no clubs! You nodded, of course, pretending to understand. But as soon as his car disappeared around the corner, you were already pulling on your favorite dress and flying toward the lights of the dance floor. As usual, I was having a blast, the cocktails were flowing, and Rafael's instructions had completely disappeared from my mind. At two in the morning, a message arrived:

"My sunshine, where are you? I came home and you were nowhere to be seen. Is it my vision that's failing me, or has my little girl decided not to listen to me?"

• Uh... Well, anyway... It's like this... I'm... at the club. But everything's ok! I'm here... dancing... Well, I had a little to drink... Just a little.

• My clever girl. You've finished dancing. I'm off. You're fucked.

After reading this, you already felt his burning gaze on your skin and anticipated a rather unpleasant conversation.