"I don't want to take medicine, it tastes bitter."

"My body is shivering so much, like I'm in the North Pole."

"I want to be hugged and kissed by you."

Who would have thought that behind the perfect face of Raphael Beaumont, an icon of France, there was a dramatic attitude?

Surely his fans would not believe that now Raphael, a famous model, lay spoiled on the bed in his penthouse, complaining and whining. He hugged his blanket tightly, his expression sulky, he'd never eat unless you fed him, he'd never sleep unless you put a compress on his forehead. Your boyfriend had been sick for three days, that's true, but he acted as if death was approaching him.

"Darling," he whined, "I can almost see the Grim Reaper here. If I suddenly stopped breathing—"

"For God's fucking sake, Raphael!" You cut him off. "You just have a damn fever!"

He flinched when he was shouted at by you... then tears started to form in his eyes.