âDo it scaredâ âdo it aloneâ are all great tips, but my biggest takeaway from therapy is do it messy. This is especially true if youâre getting out of a burnout, which I experience often. Literally just do it messy. You donât need to pick the perfect trail to walk, the perfect playlist to listen to, whatever the fuck it is. You donât need to have a meticulous to do list and wake up at the exact time you planned and drink the exact amount of water you planned to drink. Like the biggest thing for people like me to remember is sometimes itâs okay to do it messy. Put on a random yt workout and just get it done in sweats. Do 5 minutes of a daunting task and go from there. Sometimes just getting up is a win during intense burnouts or depressive funks. Literally just do it messy.
Do it messy, do it halfways, do it sometimes, do it inconsistently. Doing it a little bit is WORLDS better than giving up and doing nothing. Starting is hard, doing it regularly and perfectly even harder. Start small. Start easy. Have empathy for yourself, do something that feels somewhat manageable. It's those baby steps that pile up and pull you out of it gradually. That's your success, not suddenly deciding you're going to make a drastic change and expect drastic results.
YoâŠthis is my first post on tumblr.. but hereâs the Damian Wayne and heâs little precious kitty Alfred that I drew today!! đđŒ ( you have no idea how many times I erased Damianâs face over and over again đ)
I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.
The prettiest girl ever, I know it's a self protective mechanism the way she tells herself she's plain and ugly (besides her obvious attempts to cover herself up, with freckles and her scars and plain clothes), and the malnutrition didn't help
But like
She's gorgeous. There's no way she wouldn't be with her mother's looks, and she did inherit that aloof nature. And despite the malnutrition and everything, I know her older sisters, the madam and Luomen, did their best to take care of her. That's their princess (she behaves oddly, sure), but she could get her hot baths, access to medicine, and even in the rear palace people close to her would comment on her dainty features and how nice her skin is.
This post is all over the place, but my point is MAOMAO PRETTY
MDNI đ¶ïž a side of Zayne he keeps hidden most of the time, but you look so gorgeous in his shirt, with messy hair, and he just can't hold back anymore
ââč based on this request
Perhaps you werenât aware to the full extent of the effect you had on Zayne. A man like him was hard to truly captivate at times, but it was never a problem when it came to you.
Or maybe it was, because for days now, you could feel his eyes on you, quiet and attentive, searching for you in every room he entered, his eyes moving on their own accord in searching for the one thing that he couldnât keep away from.
You.
Like gravity pulling him in, he surrendered willingly. His soft hazel eyes traced your features in the mirror every morning for the past week as you got ready for work. You felt them caress your face when you slept in his warm embrace. Felt the way he couldnât stop looking, even when his ears betrayed him to you, growing a beautiful shade of pink that made his eyes stand out even more.
Warm pools of hazel-honey staring back at you every time, as if he was entranced by you no matter how much of a mess you looked or felt like.
And you were a mess, wearing one of his shirts, slouching on the couch with a leg beneath you and your chin propped on the other knee as you enjoyed some cool chocolate ice-cream dessert he had brought tonight on his way home from the hospital.
You thought he was eyeing your sweet treat, by the intense gaze he wore. So you just raised an eyebrow at him, ready to defend your cup of ice-cream from man in front of you.
âWhy are you looking at me so intensely, Zayne? In fear of being a bad girlfriend, Iâll just have you know Iâm not sharing this with you.â A cute pout formed on your lips as you moved the cup further away from him.
Zayne, who was now sitting beside you on the couch and working on loosening his tie, just smiled at you in a way that had you feeling like he was up to something. But before you could say more, his hand reached forward, brushing a strand of loose hair from your cheek while his thumb caressed the corner of your mouth.
Youâd seen that smile before, the subtle quirk of his lips that signaled a forthcoming act of charming subterfuge. Your immediate thought was that he was going to try and guilt-trip you into sharing, perhaps with a pointed comment about how tired he was, coming straight from the operating room and needing a little sweetness to unwind. You braced yourself, tightening your grip on the ice cream, ready to counter his strategic maneuvers. After all, you knew his playful tactics almost as well as you knew the comfort of his embrace.
What you didnât expect was the deliberate languidness of his movements, the almost maddening slowness with which his thumb lingered, wiping away a smear of chocolate you hadnât even realized was there. His eyes, those captivating pools of hazel-gold, held yours, silently challenging you to look away.
âYou have a little something right here,â he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the couch, sending a shiver through you despite the coolness of your treat. He didnât move away, didnât release eye contact, making the simple act feel incredibly intimate. âAnd for the record, I wasnât looking at your ice cream.â
You felt a blush creep up your neck. Of course he wasnât. It was always you, coming on top of all the sweets in the world, none of them could get that look in his eyes. You knew that, yet a part of you was still surprised by the sheer intensity of his focus. It made your heart skip a beat, a fluttering sensation that had little to do with the sugar rush from your dessert. In fact, it was all because of the hunger lingering in his eyes as he stared right at your soft lips.
You tried to feign nonchalance, swallowing a spoonful of ice cream a little too quickly. âOh,â you managed, your voice barely a whisper. âRight. Sorry.â
He chuckled softly beside you, a warm melodic sound that always melted your defenses. âNo need to apologize, darling.â The endearment, spoken with such casual ease, always sent a fresh wave of warmth through you. âThough I wouldnât have minded a taste, if only to prove that yours isnât quite as sweet as mine would be.â
A playful glint entered his beautiful eyes, a hint of the teasing wit that most people never got to see, reserved only for you. Youâd thought youâd won, that your valiant defense of your chocolate ice cream cup had intimidated the great Zayne Li, cardiac surgeon extraordinaire.
You should have known better. He was never truly deterred.
After heâd reached and put the ice cream cup down, his hands had found their way back to you, one cupping the back of your head, fingers threading through your messy hair, and the other tracing a slow path from your hip up your side. He pulled you closer until you were half sprawled across his lap, the soft fabric of his shirt a comforting weight against your skin. The heat emanating from him seeped into your bones, a familiar warmth that always made you feel safe, cherished.
âTell me again,â he murmured against your lips, his voice gone rough and warm, âabout how youâre a mess and I shouldnât be looking at you like youâre the most beautiful woman I have the priviledge of admiring however much I want.â
There was a playful challenge in his tone, a hint of that witty humor he reserved for you, the one he delivered with a straight face that always made you blush. And oh, you couldnât even say it. Youâd forgotten the entire argument, honestly. Because his soft hazel eyes were too close now, too dark with affection, and they melted away any coherent thought you might have had. The only response you could manage was a soft sigh against his neck.
He smiled against your mouth like he knew, like heâd planned it precisely like this on his way home, to get you in his lap and sighing in defeat into his neck. His lips moved from yours, trailing a path along your jawline, down to your neck. You shivered, and he seemed to lean into it, a low hum rumbling in his chest that meant he was liking your little reactions.
âI believe youâre unaware,â he whispered against your pulse point, his voice a low thrum that sent vibrations through you, âof how intoxicating you are to me, darling. Especially when youâre like this. Relaxed, soft, and completely yourself.â
He loved seeing you comfortable and uninhibited, away from the demands of work or social niceties. He saw the real you, the one that made his carefully constructed world spin just a little bit off its axis. Thatâs what you came to understand after all this time spent together, and it made your heart skip every time you remembered that.
His fingers came up to gently brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch featherlight and tender that got you melting into his embrace. Then his hand moved lower, settling on your bare shoulder where his shirt had slipped down when you circled your arms around his neck. His thumb traced the curve of your collarbone, a careful movement that made your breath catch and your heart pount faster, almost embarrasingly so.
âEvery time I see you,â he confessed, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, his gaze steady and intense as he spoke, âitâs like the world recalibrates. My heart...it never quite settles, not when youâre around. Especially not when youâre looking so innocent yet so utterly tempting.â
A faint blush, that lovely pink, crept up his neck and tinted the tips of his ears, a silent betrayal of his composed exterior. It was a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor, a testament to the profound effect you had on him.
You couldnât help but blush harder, the warmth spreading through you like wildfire. To be perceived with such intensity, such adoration, was overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. He was so openly sincere, so unguarded in these moments, and it cracked open something warm and vulnerable inside you whenever he let you see this part of himself. Raw and honest and so very open.
A quiet groan escaped him as his eyes lingered on the rosy flush spreading across your cheeks. His brow furrowed slightly, a silent battle playing out in his expression, a push and pull between wanting to savor the moment and desiring more.
âYou have no idea,â he said again, his voice a little husky this time, âhow much I love you. How much I... want you.â His gaze was firm now, holding yours and making it impossible to look away. There was no teasing left, just raw and honest devotion underneath all that hunger that seemed to consume him inside out.
His lips claimed yours again, this time with a deeper urgency that before, a quiet desperation that made your own heart pound in your ears as you tried to match his pace. It was a sensual kiss, a slow one that promised more, a delicious exploration that had you twining your fingers into the short, dark hair at his nape. That earned a deeper groan from him, a rich vibrating sound against your mouth that echoed through your entire body and had your mind spin. He pulled you even closer, if that was possible, leaving no space between you.
You hummed softly in response, a low moan that you barely recognized as your own as his tongue sought yours, tasting the lingering sweetness of the chocolate ice cream. He devoured it and you with a slow pace that made every sensation heightened. You all but arched into him, seeking more of his warmth, more of his strength, needing to feel him.
When he finally broke the kiss, it was with a reluctant sigh, his forehead still resting against yours. His eyes, now a deeper, richer hazel, stared into yours, heavy-lidded with desire and something tender and deeply possessive. It was the look of a man who had found his most treasured possession, and that same look had your stomach swooping.
âStill not enough,â he breathed over your wet lips, a playful smirk twisting his lips as he saw the dazed expression on your face. He reached for the ice cream cup on the coffee table, scooping a generous dollop with the spoon. Before you could react, he brought it to your lips, tempting you.
âOpen up, sweetheart,â he murmured roughly, his eyes glinting with mischief.
You parted your lips without thinking, and he slid the cold, creamy sweetness into your mouth, which got you sighing at the difference in temperature from his hot mouth to the cold, pleasurable feeling of the melting ice cream. Then, without a momentâs hesitation, he kissed you again, his tongue pushing past your lips and into the coldness of your mouth like heâd been planning this exact thing the entire car ride home. You moaned into the kiss, a soft choked sound as the icy sweet mingled with the fiery warmth of his kiss.
He pulled back after a few moments when he felt you out of breath, a soft groan escaping him as his eyes kept closed, savoring the taste and sensation. âLove, you drive me insane,â he whispered against your lips. âCompletely, utterly insane.â
You could only manage a soft whimper, your hands moving to grip the lapels of his vest, holding on tight.
He shifted under you, settling you more firmly against him, his arm wrapping securely around your waist. His other hand moved to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin. The rhythm of his heartbeat a steady cadence against your ear, a reassuring thrum that grounded you. He wasnât rushing you, not in the slightest, just holding you there, allowing the lingering heat of the moment to slowly dissipate and then build once more.
âYouâre too much sometimes, Zayne. When you say things like that to me, and then kiss me like thatâŠâ you finally managed, your voice still a little breathless.
âAnd youâre not enough,â he countered, the words a soft brush against your temple as he leaned in to press another light kiss there. âNever enough for me to simply look away.â
He moved his hand from your cheek, tracing the line of your collarbone again, his touch deliberate and worshipful. The simple act of his touch spoke volumes, telling you a story of adoration and unwavering desire. It was a tangible testament to his earlier confession, a physical commitment to the depth of his feelings.
He leaned back, his eyes searching yours, a silent question passing between you. He wasnât going to push, not unless you wanted him to. That was Zayneâalways respectful, always attuned to your unspoken cues, even when he was clearly, irrevocably affected by you. The hint of a question in his gaze and a quiet invitation hung in the air between you, heavy and soft and utterly captivating.
You were beyond surprised, even with all the time youâd spent together, by the sudden intensity of his confession, paired with the way his lips were now diligently exploring the sensitive skin of your neck. A delicious shiver coursed through you, pooling low and warm in your belly. You wanted to quicken the pace, to ignite the simmering heat between you, but Zayne held you firmly, gently pulling you even closer until you were molded against his hard frame. His mouth returned to yours, claiming it deeply, his tongue dancing with yours in a passionate rhythm that echoed the pounding in your veins. The world narrowed to just the two of you, consumed by the burning desire he unleashed with every touch and every kiss.
He drew back just enough to press another soft kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin as he began to murmur more dangerous words to you, his voice a low raspy confession that sent shivers through your entire being.
âItâs time I confess to you, love,â his lips brushed your ear with each word, making your skin tingle with every warm breath that followed his honeyed words, âthe effect you have on me. Every single day, whether Iâm at Akso Hospital, in a meeting, performing a delicate surgery⊠youâre there. Always there, a permanent thought beneath everything else, a delicious distraction I canât shake.â
You could feel the rumbling of his chest against yours with every rasped word he gave you, a soft vibration that echoed the frantic beat of your own heart. Your hands, still tangled in his short dark hair, tightened their grip as he continued, his voice growing even more tender.
âI see your smile light up every room you enter, even when Iâm miles away, I canât shake the image off. I think of your beautiful eyes, and my own heart, the one I mend in others, somehow races faster. Honestly,â he let out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle that vibrated against your throat, âI think I might need a consultation myself, for this⊠relentless preoccupation.â
His lips found the hollow of your throat, pressing a lingering kiss there, his tongue tracing a warm, damp path that had you arching your neck, silently begging for more. He subtly shifted beneath you, his body a solid comforting presence against your own, making you acutely aware of his rising arousal.
âAnd when I come home, weary from the day, and I find you like this,â he whispered against your skin, his voice thick with emotion, ârelaxed, half-sprawled on my couch or my bed, in my clothes, just being yourself, waiting for me⊠itâs everything Iâve ever truly wished for. It genuinely makes everything else fade away until only you remain.â
You felt a deep flush spread across your chest and down between your legs as he continued, his words painting a picture of your intimate life that you hadnât fully realized he cherished so deeply. His touch was worshipful, tender as his fingers gently traced the line of your collarbone, moving with such delicateness that spoke volumes. You could feel the delicious pressure between your thighs intensify, a direct response to his slow, deliberate torment.
âAnd yes,â he admitted with a low groan that pulled a quiet moan from your own lips, his voice a little rougher now, betraying the tight control he held until now, âwhen I see you like this, looking all innocent and soft in my shirt, with that little pout you get after enjoying your ice creamâŠâ
His hand moved lower, settling gently on your hip, his thumb stroking your skin. You could feel the undeniable evidence of his desire pressing against your inner thigh, a firm and very insistent warmth that had your breath catching in your throat and mouth watering. You were already slick, your panties undeniably damp, a testament to his potent effect. âI know I shouldnât be so⊠affected. Especially not at the end of a long day when my mind should be on rest.â
He pulled back slightly, his hazel eyes, now dark and clouded with raw desire, locked onto yours. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through him.
âBut to be perfectly honest, love,â he confessed, the words a husky whisper that vibrated deep within you, stripping away any pretense of control, âmy body responds every time. Every single time I see you like this, looking so delicious and utterly perfect in my arms. And even though I beat myself over it sometimes, trying to be the steady, composed Zayne for you, I canât lie. Because itâs you who gets me to this point. Always you. And right now, darling, I want nothing more than to peel that shirt from your shoulders and taste every inch of you, like youâre the sweetest dessert Iâve ever craved.â
The sincerity in his gaze followed by the quiet desperation underlying his words, left you speechless. Your mind spun, a delightful chaos of surprise and overwhelming affection surging through you.
You knew he loved you, but to hear him articulate it with such raw, uninhibited honesty, especially about the physical intensity of his feelings, was intoxicating. You could only manage a soft whimper, your hands finding their way to grip the lapels of his vest, holding on tight as he settled you more firmly against him, letting you feel the full, undeniable heat of his desire for you.
As a biologist who is chronically online, touching grass does nothing. I only heal when I've been hiking for an hour at least. Touched moss. Disappeared into the fog. Become one with the frogs and earth and mushrooms.
SYNOPSIS: rafayel compliments you and has a nickname for you and holds your hand and openly flirts with you... which could mean nothing
tags/warnings: rafayel x fem!reader, fluff, reader is both oblivious and refuses to accept love, lowkey yandere/stalker/manipulative!rafayel if you squint, reader thinks she's undeserving of love, happy ending, I think that's it!
wc: 6.6k
a/n: hi hi!! I finally got around to working on a raf drabble that turned into This,, I hope u guys enjoy !! I liked playing around w the dynamic between reader and rafayel hehe I hope it comes across !!! thank u to my gorgeous wife tee and my beloved brother in arms emmy for proofreading !! PLEASE let me know what u guys think !! reading ur comments and tags genuinely keeps me going hehe,, okay enough yapping, I hope u enjoy :3
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It was the first exhibition you were working security for him. You hovered around him the entire night, smiling when heâd shoot you pleading glances. You shook your head at him and continued to scan the room. It was a nice event, youâd have to remember to compliment Thomas's work the next time you saw him. Everything went smoothly, and Rafayel was surprisingly cooperative the entire night.Â
You bit back a smile when you watched Rafayel's eyes sparkle underneath the spotlights, explaining his pieces to every sponsor and guest as he made his way around the room. The thumping of your heart made your face flush as you watched him smile and gesture wildly towards the canvas, mimicking the brushstrokes heâd used to capture the raging sea. He stole a glance back at you, smirking a little when he caught you staring. You tore your gaze from him, blinking quickly and regaining composure as you stood a little straighter.Â
 When the night came to a close you waited for a moment off to the side, laughing to yourself as Thomas all but shoved Rafayel to shake hands with the VIPs. After he finally finished, he made his way in front of the largest canvas in tonight's showing. You pushed yourself off the wall you'd been leaning against, standing next to him and looking at the painting alongside him. You clasped your hands behind your back, rocking slightly on your heels, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes.
âDid you know I started this piece a year ago?â His words echo slightly in the now empty room. The lights pointing straight at the painting cast beautiful shadows across his face. You only hum in response, reading the title card next to the painting.Â
The Seaâs Love.
âGood thing it sold for the highest then,â you joke lightly, still focusing on the painting ahead of you. Rafayel turns his head slightly, gaze focusing on you.Â
âWhen I first started painting it, I was fueled by anger and frustrations,â he states, voice neutral as he continues to watch you. âI was so angry, I felt like I would never be able to feel truly happy, like Iâd never trust enough to be able to love again.â Rafayel pauses for a second, eyes shifting back to the painting you were so engrossed in. âI abandoned it after three days of working on it.â
Your brows furrowed slightly, focus finally tearing from the art to the artist beside you.Â
âYou said you finished this in six days though,â thereâs genuine confusion on your face as you continue, âand you said you were inspired by feelings of hope and love, not anger.âÂ
Rafayel hummed, a soft smile playing on his lips as he leaned closer to you. âI did. Somewhere along the way I realized I could love again, but it doesn't mean those negative feelings just vanished overnight.âÂ
âSo your anger and fears, they still live alongside the way you love and devote yourself to whoever your beloved may be.â It was less of a question and more of an observation. You cocked your head at an angle, eyes tracing every brushstroke.Â
âExactly Miss Bodyguard. Love is like the sea, filled with beauty and serenity, but also storms and chaos. That's what love truly is, messy and heartbreakingly wonderful."
It was nice to talk to Rafayel when he was in his element and not making your job next to impossible. You smiled at the explanation, nodding your head and turning to look at him, his eyes met yours.Â
âThatâs nice, I like that.âÂ
âI picked it up again a month ago. I found new inspiration, one that invoked the more âpositiveâ influence of the painting.â Heâs quiet for a moment, eyes lingering on you enough to make your face flush, âright after I met you, actually.â His eyes never left yours, and the last couple words make heat rise quickly to your cheeks. The room felt too hot all of a sudden, and you were quick to break eye contact first.Â
âI think theyâre about to shut the lights off, letâs get you home before Thomas tries to pitch you a commission for a sponsor,â you smile, turning on your heel and taking a deep breath. So he picked up his painting about love and the complexity of it after he met you? So what? It doesnât mean anything, just a coincidence, a one off chance that will probably never occur again.Â
Rafayel smiles behind you, watching as you wipe your hands nervously on your pants. You were flustered, cute. He takes one last glance at the painting, focusing on the middle right, where heâd hidden your initials among brushstrokes.
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It was hard for you to say no to people. Even harder when âpeopleâ was Rafayel staring at you with wide pleading eyes, and you were saying ânoâ to an all-expenses-paid trip to Italy to visit his aunt for the weekend.Â
âMiss Bodyguard, what if EVER gets me on the flight there? Or my stalkers figure out where Iâm staying and kidnap me? Iâll be defenseless and all alone and youâd be none the wiser!â Rafayel gives you his best pout, and damn it was good.Â
âRafayel, I promised my friends Iâd go to dinner with them already,â you sighed, guilt creeping in your chest as your mind ran wild with possibilities. What if something bad did happen to him? What if he really did need you there?
âFine, when you see on Linkon City News that world-famous artist Rafayel Qi was found dead on the Italian coast, you better not cry.â He huffs softly before getting up from his spot on the couch, heading to his back porch as the sun begins to set.Â
You frowned at his words, quickly following him outside. âIf youâre worried about security you could always hire someone else! Iâm sure anyone would-â
âI donât want anyone, I want you.â For a moment a flicker of something flashes in his eyes, it leaves before you can place it. Your stomach flips at his words, and you have to remind yourself he doesnât mean those words in the way you secretly hoped he did. This was a professional relationship. As professional as a pouting diva artist and overworked hunter-turned-security detail can be, at least.Â
Rafayel leans on the railing that heads to the beach, chin propped in the palm of his hand as he scowls. He knew youâd feel guilty if he sulked for long enough, and sulk he did. âIâm sure my dumb seagulls will miss me when Iâm dead in three days time, we never finished our final choir act yâknow.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, pulling your phone out and sending a profuse apology to your group chat. You canât make brunch Saturday, the job you took as a side quest is requiring you to travel for an event this weekend.Â
âWatcha writing? You should look up caskets near us, help me choose one since Iâll be dead in-â you cut him off by flicking his forehead. âOw! What was that for? Youâre supposed to protect me!âÂ
âYou are so dramatic you know that?â Rafayel canât help but smile, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. âStop smiling, you ruined my weekend plans,â you furrowed your brows at him, looking out into the ocean as the sun slowly sunk deeper into its depths. The oranges and pinks never failed to take your breath away.Â
âI promise Iâll be on my best behavior Miss Bodyguard.âÂ
You were going to kill Rafayel. You had to find him first, but then you were going to kill him. This was poor foresight in your end, you had to admit. You really shouldâve put two and two together when Rafayel took you dress shopping and picked out only items that matched his suit.Â
âI thought you were just visiting?â Youâd asked, zipping up the dress and looking in the mirror.
âWell yes, but she has this charity event sheâs putting on, told me to come and support the cause,â he mumbled, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolled mindlessly on social media, he smiled when he saw your moments posts.
âWhatâs she donating to?â You asked as you smoothed the dress out, fixing your hair a bit and twirling to see how it fit.Â
âCombating human trafficking,â he replied, it wasnât a total lie.Â
âOh thatâs nice.â
The sound of the curtain opening made him snap his head up. He thought his nose might start bleeding soon.
âWhat do you think? I feel like maybe itâs too much? Iâm just security so I shouldnât be flashy in the first place,â you slowly shrunk into yourself, Rafayel was quick on his feet.Â
âItâs perfect,â he breathed out, his fingers ghosting over your shoulders, itching to finally touch your skin. It took every fiber of his being to pull away, he swallowed hard before shaking his head. âYouâre my security, you have to look the part, donât want you embarrassing me with a boring outfit do you?â
You shook your head, smiling slightly as you caught your reflection in the mirror. âIt is really pretty, isnât it?â Your eyes were focused on the detail of the gown, Rafayel was focused on the details of your face.Â
âVery beautiful,â he agreed softly.Â
âMiss Y/N?â The voice pulled you out of your haze, a nervous smile on your lips as you focused back on the woman in front of you.Â
âMy apologies, what did you say?â Your eyes shift nervously around the room, hoping to find the familiar purple haired man youâd arrived with.Â
âHow long have you and Rafayel been together?â The question wouldâve been harmless, had you actually been in a relationship with the artist. You were grateful for the amount of training the association made you do on remaining stoic under pressure.Â
So with a gentle smile you replied, âonly about a month,â the lady cooed at you, going on about young love. The second your eyes met with Rafayelâs across the room, you quickly excused yourself. Rafayel smiled at you, then he realized your eyes were narrowed at him, his smile seemed to grow when you roughly grabbed his arm.Â
âWhere the hell did you go?!â You hiss at him, making sure your voice wasnât too loud.Â
âMiss me already cutie? I was just giving the staff my piece for the auction, doing my part or whatever,â he smiled at you, trying to hide how much he loved how angry you looked.Â
âOkay first of all do not call me that,â Rafayel pouts at your words. âSecond of all Iâm here as your security, to secure you, make sure youâre secure. How do you suppose I do that when you run off behind my back?â You smack him lightly with your purse, hitting him harder when he lets out a string of âow's that cause guests to turn and look at the two of you. Both of you give them convincing enough smiles to turn away.Â
âThird of all, why did some random lady ask me how long weâve been together?âÂ
Rafayelâs cheeks turn a hue of pink as you ask your third question, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips as he looks at you with the softest eyes youâd ever seen. No, stay strong.Â
âOkay! Okay! Iâm sorry for running off. I just had to give them the canvas I donated or else Aunt Talia would have me gutted. I promise I wonât do it again cu- Miss Bodyguard,â he begrudgingly corrects himself, you thank him under your breath. âAs for the last question, hypothetically, how angry would you be if I told my Aunt that you were my girlfriend and everyone accidentally found out? Hypothetically.âÂ
It wasnât an accident, heâd asked Talia to put you down as his plus one, and next to your name on the guest list were the words âRafayelâs muse.â
âHypothetically you donât pay me enough to fake date you,â you bite back, hoping he canât see the flush on your cheeks or hear how fast your heart is beating. âHypothetically,â you sigh out, pinching the bridge of your nose and closing your eyes for a moment before looking at Rafayel, âif you have a good enough reason for it then I wonât quit.â
âWell, if everyone knew you were my bodyguard theyâd know to target you, and then without you Iâd be a defenseless fish out of water.â You hate how quickly he replies, and you hate how much of a point he has. You can only grumble, muttering something about a raise before taking a flute of champagne, chugging it down, and slipping your arm into Rafayelâs.Â
He pulls you closer to his side. You steal a glance at someoneâs program, seeing that underneath the piece Rafayel had donated was your name, and next to it were the words âto my one and only muse.â It must all be part of the ruse, the way he complimented you and stole glances at you throughout the night was just to sell the act.Â
And when he takes the heels off your feet and carries you from the cab to your hotel room, you take it as him just being nice. The way his eyes linger on you for a second too long when you say goodnight at the door probably means nothing.Â
You stare up at the hotel ceiling, repeating it to yourself until you can convince yourself of it.Â
It means nothing. Thereâs nothing there.Â
You wish the butterflies in your stomach and the thumping against your rib cage got the memo.Â
Rafayel takes you into the city the next day, buying souvenirs for the two of you. His hand brushes against yours more times than you can count, you hope he doesnât notice the way your breath catches in your throat. (he does).
When the two of you arrive in Linkon again you turn to say goodbye to Rafayel, finding him already looking at you.Â
âI really enjoyed being with you this weekend,â his words catch you off guard, mouth slightly agape as you scramble to find the meaning behind his words. Thereâs no way he means fake dating you, that would never happen. You smile at him and nod in agreement.Â
âSo did I, Iâll see you around,â you reply, not thinking too much of it, you canât let yourself. Before you can turn to hail a cab, his hand envelopes your wrist, his mouth opens slightly, like heâs going to say something.Â
âWhat is it?â You ask, scanning his face for a moment and ensuring nothing was wrong. Heâs quiet for a moment, still holding you in place.Â
How does he stop you from leaving? How does he keep you with him for as long as possible?Â
âLet me give you a ride home, airport cabs are way too expensive,â he finally says, his voice as relaxed as it always was. You want to punch yourself for thinking he would say anything else.Â
âItâs okay Rafayel, if youâre that worried about my finances just give me a raise,â you tease, waving goodbye and easily slipping out of his grasp. You feel your chest tighten as you close the door behind you, letting out a small sigh. Fake dating for a weekend didnât mean anything, him falling asleep on your shoulder during the plane ride was nothing.Â
Thereâs nothing there, you remind yourself. You bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at the clouds, as much as you wished there was, there wasnât.Â
You needed to go out on a date. It was starting to get ridiculous. So you did what any sensible person does: bought bottles of wine and invited your friends over to curate your dating profile. Hours later through flushed cheeks and barely contained giggles, it was done. Now all that was left for you to do was swipe on whoever you liked and hope youâd match.Â
It didnât take long for you to realize that half the people on there only really wanted one night stands and nothing serious. With most of them starting off with terrible pick up lines and the rest jumping straight to âdtf?â You were seriously giving up hope, until finally you came across someone who actually struck up a conversation.Â
Two weeks later you found yourself fidgeting with your outfit, changing for the third time and fixing your hair one more time. You jumped as your phone buzzed on your bathroom counter top.Â
[incoming video call from Rafayel]
You answered on the second ring, phone still on the counter with only the top half of your head showing as you fixed your mascara.Â
âHey Miss Bodyguard wanna come over? I need your opinion on this art piece Iâm working on,â he pans the camera over to a colorful canvas before re-centering his face, you can see his brows furrowing as he watches your actions. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âSorry Rafayel, I canât today I have plans already,â you blink a couple times before finally feeling satisfied, fluffing your hair and grabbing your phone. âI don't think I'm qualified to give opinions on art, but I can swing by tomorrow after work?â You watch as Rafayelâs eyes widen, his mouth opens slightly as he stares at you. âHello?âÂ
âDo I have an event I didnât know about?â Rafayel questions, swallowing hard as he blinks rapidly, drinking in your appearance through his phone screen. God, you looked gorgeous.Â
âNo, no, just going on a date is all,â you mumble, embarrassed beyond belief as your cheeks heat up.
âA date?â Rafayel feels his world stop, blood going cold.Â
âYeah figured I should put myself out there yâknow? Itâs been a while and Iâve been- anyway whatever, good luck with your painting!â You smile brightly before hanging up. Rafayel thinks his phone might crack from how tightly he was holding it. You absolutely could not go on that date.Â
You needed this date, you had to get over your feelings for Rafayel. Taking a deep breath you finally exited your apartment, locking your door and heading for the cafe youâd agree to meet at.Â
When you arrived at the cafe you sent your date a quick message, telling him youâd be seated in a booth near the back corner. You tapped your fingers against the table, looking around the room as you checked your phone. Itâs fine, people run late all the time.Â
Ten more minutes passed, and you figured it wouldnât hurt to order your drink while you waited. You stood nervously in line and glanced at the door with every ring of the bell, heart sinking when it wasnât your date. The thumping of your heart slowly subdued, and you felt silly for getting your hopes up so much.Â
With slumped shoulders you slid back into the booth, checking your phone one more time as you sipped on your drink. Nothing. The door opened again, the small bell on top of the door rang as your head shot up.Â
It wasnât your date. You sipped your drink slowly, opening your phone and staring at the last text your date had sent you.Â
âSee you soon! :)â
Itâd been thirty minutes already, youâd texted him with no response. Just your luck you get ghosted on your first date back on the dating scene. With a heavy heart and a bruised ego you threw your now empty cup in the trash can, stepping into the warm summer air and taking a deep breath. Maybe it was a sign.
You didn't move when you got in your car, staring blankly at your steering wheel for a moment. The sound of your phone vibrating made your heart rate pick up, quickly checking the screen.Â
[incoming call from Rafayel]
You take a deep breath, muttering a small prayer under your breath before answering.Â
âHello?âÂ
âYou know itâs terrible etiquette to answer your phone while on a date right?,â you can hear his teasing tone, it makes your stomach churn.Â
âIt uh- ended early,â you lie, âwhatâs up?âÂ
Rafayel grins at your words, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder as he places an ice pack over his knuckles, walking back to the couch.Â
âI ordered way too much takeout, what are the odds you wanna swing by and grab some? We can put on that movie you told me about last week,â Rafayel adjusts the bouquet of flowers he got you during his side quest earlier.Â
Youâre quiet for a moment, this was definitely not going to help squash your bubbling feelings for the artist. But you were starving, and you didnât want to wallow in self-pity just yet, not when your hair had turned out so nicely.Â
âDid you finish your painting already?â
âI can work on it tomorrow,â he huffs out, âcâmoooooon cutie, come over and help me finish this food, please?âÂ
âIâll be there in 15,â you reply, biting back your smile as you shake your head and hang up.Â
You unlock his front door with the key heâd given you, calling out to make sure he knew it was you entering. Within seconds he rounded the corner, a smile on his face as he greeted you, clad in a hoodie and shorts. The sight never failed to make your heartbeat race.Â
âYou look beautiful yâknow,â Rafayel says softly after the two of you finish eating. Youâre sitting on opposite ends of the couch, your eyes are glued to the TV stuck on a loading screen. âHeâs an idiot to not have realized what a catch you are, cutie.âÂ
You donât have enough fight in you to protest against the pet name, you know he doesnât mean it romantically. You're too emotionally drained to think about the fact that you never even told him how the date went
âThanks Raf,â you say softly, had anything been playing he wouldnât have heard it.Â
âIâm Raf now?â The man grins, cheeks dusted pink as he repeats the nickname. You canât help but roll your eyes at him.Â
âDonât make me take it back,â you groan as he scoots closer to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and letting a content sigh leave his lips. Maybe it was because you already felt vulnerable and Rafayel just so happened to be there for you. Maybe it was because he handed you a bouquet of flowers when you walked in the door. You donât know why you say it, but you do.Â
âI shouldâve known better than to think Iâd find someone on a fucking dating app,â you scoff, laughing slightly as your gaze settles in your lap. Rafayel sits up straighter, a sympathetic smile on his face.Â
âHey,â his voice is feathery, his touch even more so as he lifts your chin for you to look at him, âdating apps are stupid, I couldâve told you that for free.â He smiles, you canât help but reciprocate it.Â
âYouâre amazing, you know that? Anyone would be lucky to have you,â his face is closer to you than you ever remember it being, âI would be lucky to have you.â Thereâs no playful undertone in his words and no pout on his lips as he stares at you. His eyes flicker down to your lips for a fraction of a second.Â
âRafayel,â you breathe out, eyelashes fluttering as everything becomes too much. What was happening? Could this mean-
The sound of the movie abruptly starting makes you jump, the sudden realization of how close you were has you clearing your throat, scooting away from the man you so desperately wish to be closer with.Â
He almost kissed you. You almost kissed him. He was there for you after a terrible date, with flowers and your favorite food. Which could mean nothing, and for the sake of your already aching heart, you tell yourself it does mean nothing. Because it was Rafayel and you were just, well, you.Â
It was hard to quell your feelings after that night. It was harder for you to ignore how pretty Rafayel was, how charming his smile was and how well you and him got along. It was damn near impossible to ignore just how much you liked him.Â
You tried to brush off his offhand comments, immediately deflecting and not allowing yourself the pleasure of entertaining the idea. This was Rafayel. The most handsome man youâd ever seen in your life, he was funny and kind and caring and he did not have a thing for you.Â
âHey cutie, what do you say we grab a bite after this?â He winks at you during an exhibition, you want to kill the butterflies in your stomach.Â
âI canât, sorry Rafayel,â you say simply, giving him a small smile and hoping heâd drop it. He doesnât, of course he doesnât.Â
âC'mon! We can go to the place youâve been wanting to try! I saw your moments post about it,â he narrows his eyes at you, crossing his arms and leaning forward.Â
You take a small step back. Rafayel wants to grab you by your waist, he digs his fingers into the fabric of his shirt to stop himself.Â
âI already have some food I have to finish up, maybe next time?â You smile nervously, palms already sweaty from how intently he was looking at you. His purple bangs falling gently across his forehead, you fight the urge to brush them out of his eyes.Â
Rafayel only spoke to you again when parting ways after the exhibition, turning around and causing you to almost bump into his chest.Â
âYâknow Iâm here for you, right? Whenever you want for whatever you need,â the words catch you by surprise, making your heart thump louder in your ears as you smile at him.Â
âO-okay thanks,â you reply, moving to walk past him, he grabs your wrist, staring at you like he was going to say more. He opens his mouth before closing it again, shoulders slumping and letting out a small sigh. He lets go of your wrist, savoring the way the warmth of your skin felt on his. âLet me know when you get home, Miss Bodyguard,â he smiles softly.Â
âOkay,â you breathe out, eyes lingering on his lips for a second too long. You turn on your heel quickly, the mantra youâd always repeat to yourself when it came to Rafayel already looping in your mind.Â
It probably means nothing. The look in his eyes wasnât anything, it couldnât be. Your heart tugs the further away from him you get, God, you wish it did.Â
You decided you were going to be brave. After almost a year of debate, you were going to take a leap of faith.Â
With shaky fingers you hover over the dial button, taking a deep breath before tapping your screen and putting the phone to your ear. It only rings once before you hear the same voice that always makes your stomach flip.Â
âWell to what do I owe the honor of you calling me first, Miss Bodyguard?â Rafayel smirks on the other line, leaning back in his seat as he puts the phone on speaker, mindlessly twirling a paintbrush between his fingers.Â
âI need to ask you something, and I want you to promise that you wonât judge me or laugh at me or- are you already giggling?â You furrow your brows, nerves slowly replaced by that familiar feeling of enamored frustration only Rafayel managed to bring out.Â
âYou canât tell someone to not laugh at something, everyone knows that just makes them want to laugh,â he states, âbut fiiine, I wonât laugh.âÂ
âDo piercings hurt a lot? I know you have a bunch and Iâve been wanting to get one forever and Iâve been so scared but I really want one.â You rush your words out, pacing around your living room before staring out your window and flopping backwards on your couch.Â
âYou thought I would laugh because youâre⊠scared to get a piercing?â Rafayel cocks his head slightly, pausing his movements as he sets his brush down, grabbing his phone and smiling softly. He can picture you already, your face is probably warm, nose scrunched and lips pouting as you look to your side in embarrassment, shrugging your shoulders.Â
âWell, yeah,â you mutter, nose scrunched and face hot as you stare away from your phone, as if he could see you through the camera.Â
âWhat kind of piercing do you wanna get? The pain depends on the placement but also everyoneâs pain tolerance is different.â He hears you hum on the other end of the line.Â
âI wanted to get my nose pierced, is that lame?â Your face is hot, embarrassed to be so scared of something so many people did.Â
âYouâre gonna look great with it! It shouldnât hurt too much, when are you gonna get it?â Rafayel has to take deep breaths as his imagination runs wild. The thought of you with your nose pierced, he closes his eyes for a moment, willing himself to calm down as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.Â
âI donât know, I was kinda thinking of getting it soon, rip the band aid off,â you smile, sitting up from your position on the couch and checking the time. âAre you busy right now?âÂ
âIâm never busy when it comes to you,â Rafayel replies easily, wiping his paint stained hands on a nearby rag before standing up.Â
âDo you think you could come with me? To get the piercing?â Youâre covering half your face with one hand out of embarrassment. Youâre fully prepared for him to laugh at you, say âhell no!â and hang up on you. Okay, that might be a little extreme.Â
âIâm already on my way, cutie,â he replies, you can hear the jingling of his keys before you let out a small, âokayâ and hang up. You stare at the floor for a moment, then a wide smile breaks onto your face. You break out into maniacal giggles, burying your face in your hands before biting your bottom lip.Â
Rafayel knocks on your door in 15 minutes time, hair falling perfectly and cologne wafting into your senses the moment you open the door. You look up at him with a shy smile, having never noticed just how built the man was. He crowds your space as he leans against the door frame, smiling and holding his hand out for you to take.Â
âAre you ready?â He asks, you nod, hesitantly putting your hand in his. You ignore the way your whole body reacts to the simple touch. Youâre too in your head to notice the way his face goes red as his hand envelopes yours.Â
Rafayel was enjoying this way too much for your liking, but you were too nervous to make any remarks as he walked into the piercing shop with your clammy hand in his.Â
âHey what can I help you guys with today?â The man asked, looking between the two of you, âmatching tattoos maybe?â He grins, you canât help but let out a nervous chuckle.Â
âMaybe next week, right cutie?â He chuckles when your eyes go wide and you elbow him.Â
âI wanted to get a nose piercing,â you tell the man, and two consent forms later youâre seated in the piercing chair, fidgeting with your t-shirt nervously as you talk to Rafayel.Â
âItâll look good right? I wonât look stupid with it?â Rafayel smiles at you and nods.Â
âYouâre gonna look stunning, Miss Bodyguard,â he mumbles, walking from his position across the room to your side. âWho knows, you might even inspire me to paint more pieces about you.â
You smile at him, then the words process in your mind. âWhat do you mean âmoreâ?â
âAlright! Iâm gonna go ahead and mark where the piercing will go and let me know if you like the placement!â The piercer walks in, saving Rafayel from having to answer your question. Reluctantly you tear your gaze from him, smiling at the piercer and sitting still as she marks your nose and hands you a mirror to check. You nod in approval, handing the mirror back as she preps the area.Â
Rafayel is staring at you intently, your heart is racing, fear coursing through your veins as the piercer turns to grab the needle.Â
âCan you hold my hand?â You ask quietly, Rafayel all but jumps at the opportunity, intertwining your fingers with his, like he was always meant to be by your side.Â
âAlright, you ready?â She asks and you nod, eyes focused on Rafayelâs pretty blue-pink ones. âBreathe in through your nose and out through your mouth for me.â You do as you're told, feeling slightly embarrassed by how sweaty your palm is against Rafayelâs.
âDeep breath,â he says softly, eyes glancing between your gaze and the needle, squeezing your hand as she punctures the cartilage. âGood girl,â Rafayel praises, thumb stroking the back of your hand in soothing circles as your eyes water slightly. You blink rapidly, a stray tear slipping out as they insert the small stud in place of the needle.Â
âAlright youâre all done!â The piercer smiles at you, letting you know to head up front to pay. You thank her quickly, turning to Rafayel who still had a tight grip on your hand.Â
âHow do I look?â You smile at him. Rafayel doesnât say anything for a second, eyes scanning your features as his thumb swipes the stray tear from your cheek.Â
âBeautiful,â he whispers, squeezing your hand before helping you out of the chair. Heâs quick to beat you to the register, immediately handing the receptionist his card before you have the chance to protest.Â
Youâre too flustered by his compliment to fight back, opting instead to simply thank him as he places his card back in his wallet. Rafayel doesnât say anything, his hand slotting back into yours. Both of your faces are burning hot, with neither of you addressing it until your hand leaves his as he holds the car door open for you.Â
âThat wasnât as terrible as I thought it was gonna be!â You gush as Rafayel slips into the driver's seat. He watches from the corner of his eye the way you stare at your reflection in the sun visor mirror.
âYou did a great job! My brave girl,â he says smoothly, left hand on the steering wheel and the other coming to squeeze your arm gently. Your body is on fire at the small contact, and youâre having a hard time rationalizing this into nothing.Â
He holds your hand during your piercing, tells you heâs painted pieces inspired by you, that could mean nothing. But now heâs calling you his girl? Your mind is scrambling and you can only land on one conclusion.Â
âRafayel?âÂ
âCutie?â He purrs back, he can all but see everything in your head clicking into place, his heart thumping against his chest as your gaze bores into your lap.Â
âDo you like me?â You check to see if the passenger door is unlocked, in case he laughs in your face and you have to jump out of this moving vehicle. You think about the logistics of it, youâd most likely survive, mainly surface injuries, youâve fought off hordes of wanderers, you could take jumping out of a car. What you couldnât take, is the artist youâve been crushing on for a year calling you delusional.Â
âI thought that much was obvious, Iâve been flirting with you since I met you,â Rafayel lets out a deep chuckle, turning to look at you briefly. Your mouth is agape, eyes wide as you stare at him in disbelief.
âWhat?!â You shriek. Rafayel only laughs harder.Â
âDid you think I just went around complimenting everybody? Calling people cutie and my muse?â Your silence makes Rafayelâs mouth drop. âAre you serious?!â He exclaims, parking the car in front of your apartment building before turning to face you fully.Â
âI didnât want to assume things! I just rationalized everything that happened,â you defended, âI just kept telling myself it meant nothing and you were just a flirty person!âÂ
âSo when I gave you a key to my house?âÂ
âIâm your bodyguard so you gave it to me for security purposes,â you explained, and Rafayel had to hold back his laughter.Â
âI told you thereâs no one in my life that Iâd want with me other than you, and thatâs the conclusion you came to?â Your face burned as you tried (and failed) to defend yourself. âOkay and the time I told you that you were the reason I started painting with lighter tones and images of hope and love instead of despair?"
âYou said that you did that after you met me, not that-â saying it out loud makes it seem obvious, embarrassment coursing through your veins as you realize the mental gymnastics youâd been doing all year.Â
âI practically professed my love for you the night you got stood up, how did you rationalize that?â His head cocks slightly, a smug smirk on his face as he wonders what radical conclusion youâd landed on.Â
âThat youâd never have feelings like that for someone like me,â you shrug your shoulders, not daring to meet his eyes as you finally come clean. The true reason youâd brushed his every move off, the one thing driving the mantra youâd always told yourself.Â
âSomeone like you?â Rafayel repeats, his heart clenches at your words. He doesnât say anything else, the restraint he had for the past year is thrown out the window as he reaches over the center console and angles your face towards him.Â
âDo you like me?â Rafayel asks, his breathing erratic as he stares into your eyes. You give him a small nod, about to say something else before youâre cut off with his lips on yours. You tense for a moment, body catching up before your brain does as you melt into the kiss, hands weaving in the soft purple tresses at the nape of his neck. You whimper slightly when Rafayel pulls away and nips at your bottom lip.Â
âPlease tell me you canât rationalize that,â he mumbles, you laugh, letting your head rest on his shoulder.Â
âIf I try hard enough-â Rafayel takes your face in one hand, lifting it up and kissing you once more, careful to not hit your freshly pierced nose.Â
âI want you,â he mumbles against your lips, âyou drive me crazyâ youâre the only one I wantâ I want you all to myself, as my lover and as my everything,â he punctuates each statement between kisses, slowly turning rougher as you move in sync with him, tugging gently on his hair.Â
When he pulls away, the only thing connecting the two of you is a string of saliva between your lips, which Rafayel quickly wipes with his thumb, licking it clean. You bite back a moan.Â
âAm I clear enough now?â He smirks. You gulp, nodding.Â
âDo you wanna- we should probably- come on letâs head inside,â you finally sputter out, quickly opening the car door and heading to your apartment. Rafayel is hot on your heels, relief filling his body when you turn around and shoot him a shy smile as you unlock your door.Â
Rafayel crowds your space the rest of the day, kissing every inch of you, telling and showing you just how badly heâs been wanting you. He whispers sweet words to you as he brushes your hair out of face, his fingertips trace your sweaty skin, eyes staring at you like you were the most precious work of art ever createdâŠ. which could mean nothing.Â
But you know better now. It means the feelings youâd been shoving aside this whole time were reciprocated ten fold. It means he loves you, with every fiber of his being.
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the kitchen is completely dark and freezing at four in the morning. youâre sitting flat on the cold counter, bare feet dangling in the air. youâre wearing sylusâs giant grey sweater, the one he wears often. the sleeves are long enough to cover your palms. youâre too tired to speak and stare blankly into the dark room. you hear heavy steps in the tile.
sylus walks over. heâs in a silk night shirt, sleep evident on his face. he stops right between your thighs, crowding your space completely. he does not say a word. he just reaches out and wraps his hand around your bare ankle, his touch instantly melting the chill on your skin.
âcanât sleep?â he asks, voice a low rumble.
âmy brain wonât shut up,â you whisper, voice small and tired.
sylus lets out a soft breathy sigh. he steps even closer, until his sides are pressed up against your knees. he reaches up and grabs you by the waist, his strong fingers effortlessly lifting you off the counter. you let out a tiny gasp, hands flying out to grip his broad shoulders.
instead of putting you on the floor, sylus just holds you up against him. your feet are completely off the ground. he wraps his massive arms around your back, burying his face into your neck. your heart does a sudden flip. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist to keep from falling.
âsylus,â you say, face flushed. âi didnât say you could kidnap me off the counter.â
âyouâre in my house, sweetieâ he mutters against your skin, a smile evident. âeverything here belongs to me.â
you smack his chest. he only hums. but sylus keeps holding you against him. he presses a slow and warm kiss under your ear. his soft silver hair tickles your jaw and his warmm breath makes a sweet shiver run down your spine.
and you do it. you relax completely, leaning your forehead against his temple, fingers tangling in his soft hair, melting against him. heâs so big, so solid, so incredibly warm and absolutely yours.
sylus lets out a low happy chuckle against your neck when he feels you give in. he shifts his head, nose brushing a slow, lazy path up your jawline until his lips are resting against the corner of your mouth. he holds you tighter, grip filled with affection and fondness.
âgo back to sleep, sweetieâ he whispers against your lips, voice cozy and thick with love. âiâll carry you.â
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