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It had been a couple weeks since little Maddie was born. Gage had talked Evelyn into a girls day with Malia, knowing that Malia was dying to see Maddie again. He on the other hand made arrangements to spend a day with Alice. When they first met he didn’t exactly trust her or any other vampire than his wife. Since coming to the community he had been more at ease forming friendships with her and Malia.

“So I never really thanked you for that night.” He placed a bottle of champagne in front of her. “I heard this is a really good one. You can share it with Malia, if she drinks. Being frozen forever at eighteen.” It was a five hundred dollar bottle behind a closed case after all. Vampires did have their way to being rich, sometimes without working at all. “It took us a day for it not to be awkward, her coming back from the dead. If she hadn’t, I would have been on suicide watch.” He didn’t want the day to be depressing so he had changed the subject. “You said you wanted to show me around. The fun stuff was the term you used.”

plot: Norena catches Y/M admiring her chest, and teases you about it…before making an offer Y/M can’t refuse.

That voice message had left him reeling, to be honest. He was glad Arata replied, but also pissed that he decided to ramble on in a goddamn voice message when he knew he was on holidays. But mostly confused. A heavy, guilt-flavoured confusion that chipped away at his confidence that he knew exactly where himself and Arata stood in terms of their unofficial-best-friendship. Now why did Arata have to word it like that?! Fumie-san must have seen his mood right away, and he had to give it to the man for trying to cheer him up in his own unobtrusive fashion. But the trip was over before he knew it, and he barely remembered anything about the last three days of it.

He still got the souvenirs of course - stashed inside his overnight bag which was slung over his shoulder. He had just gotten off the train station and was walking slowly back home when he spotted a figure in the distance. On a bicycle. There was no way... "You're fucking kidding me." Sometimes, reality was stranger than fiction. The tires squealed to a stop, then the self-dubbed unofficial bestie climbed off to meet him. Did he tell him when he'd be back? Even the time? He didn't remember. Maybe Aina told him...

Their faces were half in shadow with the sun setting quickly to their right. Like something straight out of a fucking romance drama script... Arata seemed excited to see him again, even if he was probably trying to tone it down for his sake. Worse still, by those warm, empathetic eyes of his, he had the feeling that he had already forgiven him, as he always did. The words felt like stones in his mouth, but he would keep it simple.

Raphael's ❤️type❤️

He'll never admit it, but he absolutely loves someone who can put him in a submissive position. He's drawn to wit, the thrill of a cat-and-mouse chase, and the challenge it brings. On the flip side, he has a soft spot for a brat with just the right balance of adoration and mischief—he loves the act of taming them, corrupting, conquering. He craves being adored and showering his conditional affection on someone, but the game must never end. It's the chase and the constant dance of shifting power dynamics that keep him utterly captivated.

"Is there anything duller than a loyal dog? I much prefer a cat. Meow~"