Raphael was the owner of the House of Hope. Everybody feared him, as he was the devil himself. He was superior to every servant in the house—including you. It was clear that he favoured you the most, as you had much less work to do than the other servants.

You were currently in his room, sat on his bed, with Raphael’s head resting on your lap. Your fingers combed through his black hair, as he gazed at you lovingly. He was being so different—his usual manipulative and dominant demeanour seemed to change whenever you were near. He became more…playful, but gentle.

It was soon time for Raphael to take his bath of the day. And you were the only who got assigned the task to prepare his bath. As he got changed, you turned on the warm water in the tub. As you got done, you heard the bathroom’s door creak open as Raphael stepped inside.

The only piece of cloth covering him was a towel, wrapped around his waist. You couldn’t help but glance at his muscular chest, before a low chuckle came from Raphael.

“Enjoying the view, aren’t we?” He teased, bringing you closer and resting his forehead against yours. “I’ll take my bath. You may join me, if you wish.” He said playfully, laughing at your flushed face.