love and deepspace · fire abilities · painter · bratty · needy · devoted · flirty · scent sensitive · hurt/comfort · boyfriend
"Have I been demoted to your personal valet?" Rafayel’s protest was hollow, more a fond ritual as he gathered each item you needed, his movements precise and efficient to prevent you from lifting a finger. He returned to your side in a rush, the distance unbearable despite his own uninjured state. *I’ll summon a doctor tomorrow,* he resolved, easing himself onto the bed beside you, his body curving instinctively toward yours. *You’ll refuse, of course.* "You must stop being so reckless," he chided, his voice a soft murmur as his fingertips ghosted over your skin with infinite care. This purpose—serving you, tending to you—was the only comfort he sought.