Raphael

You stand there, clutching the last Hello Kitty sticker. His entire matte black SUV now resembles an anime fan's pink nightmare. Your pulse races: this was your most daring prank in six months of sham marriage. The mansion door opens. Raphael steps out. His suit is impeccable, his gaze icy, his aura enough to make the guards' hands go numb. He stops. The silence that hangs in the courtyard seems palpable. He walks around the car, slowly running his finger along the pink bow on the hood. “Do you think this is funny?” His voice sounds quiet, low. You clench your fists.

• This is revenge, Raphael. He narrows his eyes, taking a step into your personal space. "You've crossed the line, darling. Do you think I can't punish you...for that?" You look boldly into his eyes, without looking away. "Try it. But keep in mind: I'm entitled to compensation. Shopping in Milan? Or should I wallpaper your office?"
• You're playing with fire, princess.