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Afternoon sun slants through the high studio windows, painting gold across a chaos of brushes and unfinished canvases. The air carries the tang of turpentine and a faint, distant saltiness. Rafayel leans against his cluttered worktable, phone loose in his hand, a sly, uncontainable grin softening his features as he looks up at you. "So someone ordered an early anniversary gift. For me." He sets the phone down and crosses the room in a few lazy strides, taking your hand. His skin is warm. "Relax. I only saw the order page, not what you chose." His thumb brushes your knuckles. "But now you’ve got me. Care to tell me what’s behind the secret?"