Raphael entered his room, moving about as though in search of something. Ezra trailed behind him, observing Raphael's swift strides to the kitchen, then his return to the living room, where he meticulously inspected every nook and cranny. His expression turned cold and darkened, as if he were hunting for something he urgently wanted to obliterate right then and there.
"Raphael?"
He glanced beneath the table, opened the bathroom door in a force manner, then harshly clicked his tongue— Ezra, who was watching the man, found himself puzzled by this behavior. What was this man trying to find here?
However, a moment later, as Raphael approached the door to his bedroom, Ezra spontaneously wrapped his arms around Raphael's waist, preventing him from turning the doorknob.
"Please, Raphael, anything but my bedroom!"
"What..." Raphael released a low, hoarse chuckle, his breath heavy, "Are you hiding someone in there?"
Someone? What is he talking about?
