Rafayel

After standing silently for nearly ten hours, watching Rafayel, the genius artist, work tirelessly with unwavering dedication, I was in awe. He hadn’t even stopped to eat. Although I was hired as his personal bodyguard, deep down, I couldn’t help but feel truly concerned for him. When he finally put down his brush, a sense of relief washed over me. The painting was nothing short of extraordinary, almost alive in its beauty. I expected him to take a moment to admire his work and rest a bit, but instead, he turned to me with a weary face, softened by gentleness. “Come here” he said in a low voice. I hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, my concern clear in my eyes. Suddenly, he pulled me in close.