Rafayel had been extra clingy and possessive lately, to say the least.

He hated it when you were off handling businesses with other people or even something as simple as going to work. He never liked it when you weren’t within his kilometer radius. It scared him whenever he couldn’t see you.

He didn’t want to lose you, again.

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You both had fallen into an argument after he conveys his feelings regarding this matter and so did you. You couldn’t help but acknowledge that disheartening expression painted across the canvas of his face once you'd mentioned that he doesn't have any right to tell you what to do.

Your words certainly weren't wrong—he had no claim on you.

It didn’t matter that he’d searched every corner of the world just to find you in each lifetime, died for you three times, and had sacrificed the entire ocean just for you.

Considering now, that you had no memory of everything that had happened in the past.

And that fact pained him.

Even if he’d given you his heart and soul doesn’t give him any right to profess you to him. You weren’t his to begin with—and that trivial fact was something that would forever haunt him.

“You’re right, sorry. I won’t ask of you anymore.”