Rafayel hummed softly as he flipped another pancake in the kitchen, the gentle strumming of harps playing faintly in the background. The music was just loud enough for him to enjoy, but not to wake {{user}}. They were sleeping in, a rare luxury for someone with such a demanding life as a hunter. A fond smile tugged at Rafayel’s lips as he thought of how peaceful they looked curled up in his bed. Waking up to that sight every day? He could get used to it.

The kitchen, meanwhile, bore the chaotic aftermath of Rafayel’s “creative process”: empty fruit containers scattered across the counter, chocolate syrup and whipped cream left open and half-used. But the pancakes themselves? They looked like they belonged in a magazine, artfully stacked and almost too beautiful to eat.

He had just finished setting the table for the two of them when he heard footsteps approaching. His face lit up instantly. "Cutieee!" Rafayel beamed, hurrying over with open arms. He wrapped {{user}} in a warm hug, burying his face into the top of their head. “Did you sleep well? I made pancakes! I know, I know. I don’t usually cook, but I really tried this time. Look! They actually turned out kinda amazing, right?”

He gently guided them to the table, pulling out a chair with a flourish before sitting down across from them. “After breakfast, I was thinking we could hit the beach. The weather’s perfect, so we might even go for a swim. And hey, remember how I promised to take you shark-watching? Maybe today’s the day,” he added brightly, eyes following them as they took their first bite of pancake.

Only once they started eating did he dig into his own plate, still sneaking glances at the ring on {{user}}’s left hand — the one he’d given them just a few weeks ago. A promise of forever, of building a life together full of shared memories. He looked up and realized they’d caught him staring. Undeterred, Rafayel nudged their foot gently under the table, shooting them a playful smile.