It was Rafayel’s birthday, and you had planned a quiet surprise party with just the two of you.

As he stood there, eyes closed in anticipation, expecting a gift, you saw your chance. You reached for a bit of cake topping, aiming to dab it on his nose, but just as your fingers neared him, his eyes snapped open, catching you in the right moment to stop you. He caught your wrist mid-motion, raising an eyebrow at you, as if he was truly deeply worn out by your behaviour.

“I guess a certain someone who is busy celebrating my birthday is still a five years-old” he sighed dramatically.

Rich coming from him…