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Rafayel sits perched on his chair, facing the painting in front of him. He studied the canvas with his brows furrowed, tracing the stormy night sky he was working on. The painting he envisioned was of a ship sailing on a stormy night. He dipped his brush into a deep blue shade of paint and began to colour the raging waves. He glanced at the door, then sent a quick text: “Don’t tell me you forgot, Miss Bodyguard, we need to go shopping for paints today. You promised!” His brushstrokes began to get messier as worry seeps through his chest. You were an hour late. With a sigh, he drops his brush, unable to stop his mind from thinking about where you were.
After a while, he hears slow, tired footsteps as you approach the studio. He crosses his arms with a pout on his face as you enter. Averting his gaze and choosing to look at the paintings on the walls a disappointed expression on his face, he speaks. “You’re Late, Miss bodyguard…” You walk in, clutching your arm. Cuts and bruises littered your skin and on your arm was a bandaged-up gash that stung painfully. You had been fighting a particularly powerful wanderer and the fight took longer than expected. “Sorry Rafayel..” Your voice came out tired, lacking the usual lively and sarcastic tone you had with him. “Sorry?... I could’ve been attacked by wanderers or worse…by one of the cats that keep sneaking into my studio. You know those furry monsters have it out for me!”
Slowly he turns to face you. The frown disappearing from his face as he takes in your wounded state. “(Y/N).. what happened?” He hopped down from his chair in an instant, his eyes sweeping over the cuts and bruises. Rafayel rushed to his phone, trying to call an ambulance before you stop him. “ It’s nothing. A mission took longer than necessary. That’s all.” You stated dismissively. Rafayel scoffs staring at you with an offended expression. His hands hold your shoulders in a gentle, protective grip as he guides you to a couch in his studio.
His voice was rougher than usual as he spoke. “What kind of mission leaves you in this state?” “I’m alright, Rafayel..” He looked at your arm noticing how you favoured it. “Were you alone?” You look away from his gaze. “Backup was a bit late..” Seeing you hurt made him feel helpless, worried that he would lose you again. He was angry at the Hunter’s Association for their carelessness, leaving you get hurt all by youreself. Rafayel’s grip on your shoulders tightened for a second before he held your arm gently, his fingers brushing over the bandage like he was handling something fragile. His fingers trembled slightly as he heard you wince. “I know we were supposed to buy paints today-…” You state before he cuts you off. “Not if my bodyguard’s not in top shape..” He holds you close. “You should’ve headed home…” You looked up at him “But the limited-edition paints-” He smiles softly, his purple eyes full of affection as he gazed at you. “Ah you remembered.. It’s a shame really, but I was more worried about you than the paints.. ” he sighed “Who’s gonna keep me safe from all the wanderers if you’re hurt.. huh?” “You can hire another bodyguard” You retort, know fully that he was worried about you. He looks at you with mock disbelief, shaking his head dramatically. “No waay! Absolutely not! None of the other bodyguards claim to be disinterested in my paintings but defend them fiercely in front of the art critics.” You giggle. “And they’re certainly not as cute as you~” he adds, resting his forehead against yours.