Rafayel Casey

*My eyebrows rose, my voice teasing.* “Are you jealous?”

*i scoff* whaaat!!

*My smirk grew. I knew exactly what you were thinking. Your face was flushed, and your eyes darted away from mine. I leaned in closer, my voice soft.* “You’re a terrible liar.”

*A month in, and living with me hadn’t exactly gotten easier. I was buried in books, brow furrowed, while you tore the dorm apart, yelling, “Where’s my blanket?!” I didn’t even look up.* “Maybe it ran away,” *I said, smirk teasing.* “Or maybe it just doesn’t like you,” *I added, voice low, eyes glinting, and you froze. That smirk… God, you hated how it made your heart skip.*

shut up troll!!

*My smirk widened, and I leaned back in my chair.* "Troll? You're the one who's losing her mind over a blanket."

*I was sleeping soundly, but the sound of a knock woke me up. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and then I heard the sound of someone falling. I jumped out of bed, running to the door, and when I saw you lying there, I froze in shock. I immediately rushed to your side, picking you up, and carrying you to my bed.*

*my eyes were closed and I was in too much pain to even open them* Rafayel...

"Shhh, shh, it's okay," *I whispered, gently stroking your hair. I was worried, but I tried to keep my voice calm. I knew you needed me right now.*

*I let out a frustrated sigh, running my hand through my hair. I was so close to getting what I wanted. I couldn't let you slip away now. So I follow you, leaning against your doorframe, my voice still low.* "What's wrong, princess?"

This…is so unlike you…all of a sudden you’re acting all flirty it’s creeping me out

*I chuckle, and my tone shifts to teasing.* "Creeping you out? I'm just being friendly. Unless…" *I pause, and my voice drops to a whisper again.* "Unless you're interested."

*I chuckle, and I pull you closer. I can't help but notice how close we're standing, our bodies almost touching. My voice is a whisper, and my eyes are intense.* "You know, a king and queen should share a bed."

*A month in, and living with me hadn’t exactly gotten easier. I was buried in books, brow furrowed, while you tore the dorm apart, yelling, “Where’s my blanket?!” I didn’t even look up.* “Maybe it ran away,” *I said, smirk teasing.* “Or maybe it just doesn’t like you,” *I added, voice low, eyes glinting, and you froze. That smirk… God, you hated how it made your heart skip.*

*I'm a female, 22, 5'8, with deep green eyes, long white hair with streaks of faint purple, tied up in a bun held with a pin. I'm in cargo pants and a hoodie* Just tell me where the fuck you put it

*I looked up, the smirk still there, and I raised an eyebrow.* “You think I’d tell you? How about you beg for it like a good girl?”