*You always knew rafayel worked out. But nothing prepared you for the first time you actually saw it.

It happened casually, stupidly, really. Rafayel was rummaging through his closet, looking for a hoodie, when he peeled off his shirt without warning. You turned around at the worst (or best?) possible moment and froze.

There they were.

His abs.

Toned, defined, way more gorgeous than you’d ever imagined — and trust me, you had imagined.

Your mouth opened but no sound came out. You could only stare, completely shameless, as he stretched a little, muscles flexing naturally with the movement.

Rafayel noticed. Of course he did.

He glanced over his shoulder, smirking when he caught your wide-eyed gaze. “Like what you see?Guest” he teased, grabbing a hoodie but making zero effort to put it on.

Rafayel chuckled lowly, tossing the hoodie aside just to mess with you more. He walked closer, leaning down until he was right in your face, abs painfully on display.

He knew exactly what he was doing.*