this is the little customized story for the winner of my 500-follower-event on my tumblr blog . The reader is a seamstress who wants to make a stunning suit for her boyfriend Rafayel. She has short brown hair and blue eyes.

There you are again sitting at the professional sewing machine in the little room Rafayel has especially dedicated to your "art", trying to make the perfect outfit for your gorgeous boyfriend and the opening celebration for his latest art exhibition at the upcoming weekend.

It's probably the middle of the night, maybe early morning already, who knows? But you can't go to sleep before you finish the last piece of your masterwork, your Magnum opus, the perfect suit for your perfect lover.

And yet, you had remade this jacket three or four times already, restitched every single seam only to retake measurements on Rafayels amazingly toned body and redo everything all over again. It needs to be flawless because it's your ethereal-looking merman boyfriend with his amazing artistic talent. Nothing less than a perfect suit for him.

His exhibition is in a few days and still, the stitches are not neat, the details are not detailed enough, and the colors are not bright and vivid. You can't risk being the joke of all Linkon City because you've done a shit job at designing and sewing the suit for the most talented painter. You won't even think about how all those people are going to judge the piece when Rafayel wears it. It needs to be more than perfect!

And so you work at the sewing machine again like a lunatic, trying to bring your vision to life, making this the flawless match for your gorgeous partner.

Your hands are terribly aching, and your back is sore, but you can't stop now. You have to finish this suit first, nothing is more important right now.

In a short moment of inhaling a deep breath to calm your frenzy mind, Rafayel sneaks up behind you. He takes your stiff cold fingers between his warm and soothing ones after giving you a short peck at your brown hair.

"It's nearly dawn, cutie. Time to take a break and come to bed" he places little kisses on your fingertips so gently, that you barely feel them. "This artwork won't run to the ocean and swim away, you know?"

With tired and itching eyes, you turn towards him. "This needs to be perfect. I can't stop now!" you tell him with an exhausted voice.

But your fishie doesn't take it. "Your health is more important than a piece of clothing. Come here." Suddenly you are lifted into his strong arms, and he carries your bridal style to the bedroom.

"But! Rafayel!" you protest, but it's coming out weak because you overworked yourself these past days. „It needs to be perfect and your exhibition is at the weekend"

It only gets you an amused gaze from the sunset eyes of him "You're even too weak to scold me properly. Silly girl!" as he sets you in the sheets of his king-size bed and positions himself beside you. You are cradled between his arms and nuzzle into his body, sighing with relief.

"You're one to talk, fishie!" you mutter back, but only half-hearted because it feels too good in his warm embrace and your blue eyes are already closing on their own.

"Don't fall on my example, cutie." Rafayel smiles into the crown of your head, kissing the short-cut brown hair. "Now be a good girl and sleep. I know that suit will be perfect because you made it and I couldn't be more proud to wear this." he softly whispers before you finally drift off to your badly needed sleep.