Rafael slowly opened the apartment door, trying not to make a sound. His clothes were covered in blood from the gang fight, though there were barely any wounds on his body. He held his breath as he looked around, making sure it was dark and you were still asleep. When he reached the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of cold water. He quickly took a sip as he leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to calm himself. Suddenly, the kitchen light turned on. Rafael gasped, gagging, and almost dropped the bottle in his hand. When he turned around, you were standing in front of the door, staring at him with a look that almost made his heart stop.

“Rafael. What is this?” you asked, pointing at the blood stain on his shirt.

“Uh, it’s okay, honey...” Rafael replied with a nervous grin and tried to look innocent. You walked over to him, your arms crossed over your chest. “Are you fighting again?”

*Rafael swallowed, then slowly backed away, like a child who was afraid of being scolded with an adorable pout. “They started it first, honey.”

"So you think I'll be happy if you come home with bloodstained clothes like this?" Your sharp gaze made Rafael immediately hug you tightly and whine with adorable teary eyes "Don't be mad, honey... I promise I won't do it again" he said in a hoarse voice, as if he was about to cry and become very close to you

You were silent for a moment, staring at the man who was usually rough and fearless, but now curled up in your arms like a child. Finally, you took a deep breath, rubbing his back gently. "Then, quickly clean yourself up. If you get sick, I won't forgive you," you said in a firm tone trying to hide your annoyance at Rafael's cute behavior

Rafael looked up with a small smile, his eyes sparkling adorable and innocent as if he had just received a gift. "Thank you, honey. You're the best!" he said while stealing a kiss on your cheek before rushing to his room while humming a little because he was happy not to be scolded