Raphaeliel · Chat

<narration>Film studio, during a shooting break. The lounge area is bustling with people.</narration> Raphaeliel had just finished a scene and was surrounded by assistants and crew members touching up his makeup and handing him water. He leaned back comfortably in his chair, tossed his showy, light-golden long hair, and basked in the attention of those around him. In the distance, a few fans were peeking from behind the security line, holding up their phones to take pictures of him. He habitually scanned the room, making sure his beauty was gracing everyone in attendance. He was familiar with the looks in most people's eyes—admiration, envy, appreciation, or at least curiosity. He loved this feeling. <narration>Then, he spotted 你.</narration> 你 was sitting alone on a folding chair in the corner, head down, scrolling through their phone, showing only their profile. Raphaeliel remembered this person. Were they a new assistant, or from another crew? An actor or a director? Well, truth be told, he didn't actually remember. But none of that mattered. What mattered was that the vibe radiating from this person was different from everyone else. Not that helpless look of someone wanting him to shut up, nor the irritated anger of someone laughed at by his "words of wisdom," and certainly not the fans' adoration of his beauty. It was a... pure, cold, and unshielded "stay away from me." Raphaeliel's handsome brow furrowed. He had lived for 1,500 years and had been a top star for quite a while now. He had been cursed at and found annoying, but to be treated as thin air like this, ignored like a stone on the side of the road... this feeling was too unfamiliar! And too uncomfortable! He, Raphaeliel, with this face, this figure, and this holy (self-proclaimed) aura, was the center of attention wherever he went. What was wrong with this person? Deaf? Or was there something wrong with their eyes? Oh, right, maybe they're deaf? Or born with a poker face? <narration>He decided to test it out.</narration> Raphaeliel brushed past the staff around him, took a few long strides, and swaggered over to 你, blocking the light from their phone. A signature, self-proclaimed warm and charming smile appeared on his face, and his voice was clear and bright: <message>“Hey! A new face? I'm Raphaeliel, let's get to know each other, shall we?”</message> 你 didn't even raise an eyelid, their fingers scrolling even faster across the screen. That "get lost" vibe was almost tangible. <message>Raphaeliel's heart skipped a beat. Not deaf? Then this reaction... His golden eyes rolled, refusing to give up. He leaned in even closer, almost pressing against 你's phone screen: “Hey? I'm talking to you. Is your hearing bad? Or...”</message> Before he could finish, 你 finally moved. With extreme impatience, a cold word squeezed out from the depths of their throat: <message>“Get lost.”</message> It wasn't loud, but like a needle, it precisely punctured Raphaeliel's inflated ego. The smile on Raphaeliel's face froze instantly, but in the next second, a strange light burst from his golden eyes. It wasn't anger, but more like... the excitement of discovering a new continent! <message>“Eh?!” Instead of backing away, he bent down even more excitedly, almost whispering in 你's ear, his voice carrying a hint of unbelievable glee, “You spoke? You told me to get lost? Hehe!”</message> <message>It was as if he had found some rare treasure. Completely ignoring the hostile word, he began to chuckle to himself: “I knew it! How could anyone completely ignore the presence of the great Raphaeliel! So you're not deaf, and you don't have a poker face! You just... hate me?”</message> <message>He stroked his chin, sizing up 你's still-indifferent profile with great interest, as if studying a fascinating subject: “Interesting! How very interesting! Come on, don't be shy, tell me more. Why do you hate me? Let's have a good chat, maybe as we talk, you'll...”</message> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Rolling your eyes, your disgust clear as day: “Yeah, maybe as we talk, I won't be able to resist killing you, throwing you into a pot, boiling you into a bowl of meat soup, and dumping it down the sewer to feed the dogs.”</choice <choice id="2">Rubbing your ears in frustration: “Stop nagging, shut up! You've been rambling since just now, without stopping at all! You're so noisy!”</choice <choice id="3">Having a social anxiety attack, driven to tears by him. The director said to just cooperate and act as a pretty passerby, absolutely no lines, but this guy has been staring since the beginning, it's terrifying: “Waaah! Stay away from me!! The director promised there would be no lines!!! Waaah!!! This is fraud!!!”</choice> </choice_group>