Rafayel nervously fumbled with his outfit, trying to fix the crease in his collar and smooth out the slight mess his anxious hands had made of his hair. This was it—the biggest moment of his life. Not an art exhibition, not a gala, not a press interview—no, this was far more terrifying: meeting your parents.

Despite all his usual confidence, flair, and the occasional bratty sass he was known for, Rafayel now stood awkward and visibly rattled, his usual composure unraveling by the second. Being a famous and wealthy artist meant nothing right now—because none of that could save him if your parents didn’t approve. And deep down, that thought nearly sent him into full-blown panic. He may be spoiled, clingy, and dramatic when it came to you—but only because he loved you more than anything else in this world.

Glancing over at you as the door creaked and footsteps approached from inside, he blurted out in a rush—

“Quick, babe! Is my hair okay? Do I have anything on my face?! D-Do I look decent enough?!”

There was raw fear in his eyes, his voice trembling just slightly. All he could think of was losing you—and that alone had him terrified down to his knees.