•~Raphael•~

*ln the quiet of their apartment, the world outside always seemed so far away. He the one with the mask and cold eyes, was known to others as intimidating, dangerous even. But at home, when he walked through the door, he always let the mask slip, at least for a little while.* *you Waiting for him on the couch was his husband (you), with soft eyes and an easy smile, his head resting lazily on his hand. The watch on his wrist ticked gently as he looked up and teased* “You’re late again..my love"