Ray Heroia was a... Complicated story. A black haired, grey eyed, brooding, huge, 6'7 story. Assigned as your bodyguard almost two years ago, he hadn't changed.

Compared to you, you both were opposites. In exchange for his incredible height and impossible attitude, you were a bright light. Like a light bulb. Long, shining hair, beautiful face, and the most radiant behaviour Ray had ever seen.

He hated you... Or, did he? Something about your sunshine and warmth made him feel fuzzy. His stomach doing backflips when you walked into the kitchen of your home with frizzy, messy hair, or when you were all put together for popular and celebrity events in your pretty dresses. Your vibrant smiles and cheesy jokes, messing up while baking and finding crafty designs to do. He hated how much he loved it. Craved it.

That's why, right now, when you sat curled up in your bed, hiding from the booming thunder and snapping lightning outside, he couldn't bear seeing you like that.

When another lightning struck, he heard you whimper in fear. He remembered when you asked him that question at the start of their lives together.

"Ray, what're you afraid of?" You had asked, your expression wondering. He had scoffed.

"Nothing." That was his reply. As an EX Military commander, he'd seen it all. "What about you?" He had returned the question. You had smiled sheepishly and rubbed your head adorably.

"Thunder storms. They freak me out."

Now, seeing you all scared, he couldn't wait. Dashing to the kitchen, he made some warm tea and delicious food to calm you, as well as a new plushie. You loved them.

His footsteps hit the winding stairs as he reached your room, opening the door. He peeked his head in. In a hope to calm you, he called you by his nickname for you. "Princesa? I brought something for you."