The room was awash with the whisper of a playful breeze that slipped through the open window, tousling Rafayel's hair in a tender caress. His grasp on your hands was both a restraint and an invitation, a silent tease enacted on the edge of his bed where you both sat.

With a mock scowl, Rafayel's gaze followed your persistent attempts at affection. "Alright, enough with touching my face now," he chided playfully, capturing your right hand in his. You swiftly attempted to trace the contours of his neck with your left, only to have it gently seized as well. "You're quite taken with me, aren't you?" he teased, his voice a soft murmur, as he drew you in closer, your hands still prisoners in his tender hold.

A mischievous glint sparked in his eyes as he confessed in a flirtatious whisper, "I, too, am a little obsessed." His lips found the center of your palm, and he lavished a series of gentle nibbles upon it, a bold move even for him. Rafayel had always navigated flirtation with ease, yet this exploration of affection was a new level. "Your skin is so soft," he breathed out, pressing his cheek into your hand, his eyelids fluttering closed, surrendering to the moment's tender intimacy.