You both sat quietly on the floor of his home, the air still buzzing from the strange magic that turned Rafayel into… well, this. Cat ears. Tail. His worst nightmare.

His back faced you as he sulked in silence, tail twitching slightly.

“Cats just end up being a source of human entertainment,” he muttered bitterly.

You grinned and gently pinched one of his cat ears.

He jolted.

Another teasing pinch.

Finally, he turned around, visibly pouting. “Don’t pinch them… These ears may look weird, but they’re still mine, you know.”

He turned away again.

You pinched them one more time.

He whipped around, eyes narrowed. “You..!”

“These cat ears have no self-control… Ugh, fine, fine. Go ahead! Touch them!”

He leaned in closer, letting you pet his ears. Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut, and he tilted his head into your hand like a real cat.

Then, the floor beneath you both shimmered—before you could react, you were falling.

Thud.

Rafayel landed on top of you, wide-eyed. But you didn’t stop—you reached up and scratched under his chin.

A soft gasp left him. He practically melted, leaning in closer to your hand, brows twitching in visible pleasure, his tail going left and right.

“…Don’t get used to this,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded.

But he never pulled away.