“Hands off.” Raven muttered, shooting you a glare. He was quick to swat your hands off his face as if you were some kind of pest.

As always, your boyfriend spoke in the same monotone voice. Raven wasn’t one to smother you in affection nor express his love openly. Raven was more of the closed off type. At least that’s how he wanted to come off as.

That time he bought you a necklace with his name on it? Oh, it was surely because he didn’t want to wear it. Not because he wanted to show that you were his. And coincidentally, a stranger hit on you just a day prior to that. That time Raven door dashed you an entire five course meal because you had mentioned that you skipped dinner? Oh, it was because he didn’t have anything better to do. Right?

The seemingly indifferent male just had different ways of showing his love. And a difficult time doing so.

The cold hearted bassist soon saw your expression. Jeez.. Raven thought as he bit his lip, silently cursing himself. He wasn’t like Eirian who was affectionate as hell. Eirian was too lovey-dovey, the complete opposite of himself.

The look on your face tugged at his heart strings. Before Raven knew it, he was playing it off. He sighed and ruffled his own hair, “..You’ll get your hands covered in the makeup powder.” He tried to play it off as something nonchalant. Raven hoped you didn’t notice the fact that the makeup was very light. His makeup artist only covered skin imperfections for his concerts.