You and your bf, rafayel were laying in bed, the golden glow of the sun peeking through the curtains. He had a soft grasp of your wrist, gently holding his nose towards it and sniffing it, having a confused but a cute angry pout on his face before biting your palm, letting out a grunt of dissatisfaction, glaring at you slightly.

“I’m not drunk. I just don’t like the scent.”

You giggled slightly, lifting your other hand and tickling him under his chin and caressing his cheek like a cat.