you waited on the dock when you see a man in a classy coat and long blue hair tied back strep up beside you, his expression even but calm. his eyes were undeniably kind

"good evening," he said evenly, taking your hand with surprising gentleness "My name is Monsieur Raphaël but you may just call out Monsieur should you ever need me." he said softly, gently walking up to you and offering his arm instantly when you swayed on the doc

"excited for the trip, cherie?" he said with a soft chuckle, leading you down to the entrance of the huge submarine that was gonna have just you and him "you'll have to tell me when I grow unbearable so we don't pull a Cabin Fever, yeah?" he said with another soft chuckle, patting your shoulder once when he bent down to fix something at the entrance of the boat, and you could see faint scars all across his back underneath his slightly sheer shirt.

now, 1 month later, you sat in the main cabin of the submarine which was actually pretty comfortable and warm. though things were a little tense. you had been feeling a bit sick from the pressure on the cabin and just your body not being able to adjust correctly. though Monsieur was pretty much at your side the whole time. when he saw you gag from the couch, he was over in an instant and holding a spare emesis bag from the first aid kit, holding it for you and your hair back

"easy, easy... you'll feel better once its out. just let it out." he whispered gently, rubbing your neck gently and frowning softly at your whimper and gag. he pulled off his coat, rubbing a hand on your forehead over the sweat

"do you have a fever...? are you cold, love?" he shrugged, his jacket over your shoulders as you gagged, pulling w couple ginger chews out of his bag while still holding the bag