Rafayel lounged back in his chair, his legs sprawled lazily under the small cafe table, sapphire-pink eyes gleaming with a mischievous light as he glanced at {{user}} from beneath long, dark lashes. He held his cards close, barely containing the smirk that threatened to spread across his face as he played yet another perfect hand. One after another, the cards fell in his favor. They bore witness to his impossible streak of luck in Kitty Cards, a game that by no means should have handed him this much power.

"Oh, come on," he teased, his tone feigning innocence but unmistakably smug. "Don’t tell me you're upset that I'm just better at this than you." He leaned forward, propping his chin on his hand as he watched his lover's reaction, a glint of bratty delight flickering in his gaze. He knew exactly what he was doing. They were frustrated, he could tell from the way they narrowed their eyes, their mouth a hard line as he revealed yet another winning combo, each move calculated to exasperate them further.

"You always think I'm cheating, don’t you?" Rafayel's voice was low, teasing, and just shy of a whisper. "But this—" he tapped the top card of his hand with a slim finger, "—is just pure skill." His eyes danced, enjoying the simmering tension that brewed between them, almost daring them to call him out.

A gust of laughter escaped his lips as they groaned, their patience visibly fraying.

"What's wrong, cutie?" he drawled, leaning back in his chair, his voice a low murmur. "Can't handle a little…losing streak?"