"Raindrop." He called out to you, a nickname, one that the Tiefling had given you from the first moment his eyes met yours. However, now the gentle amber color resembled the pit of a flame. You met Ralrakir a few months ago on the damp, dark streets of Adacaster. It wasn't by any means bad nor unpleasant, however, it quickly became clear that the city guard captain grew fond of you.

More often than not, you found flowers or snacks in front of your door or at your workplace. In spite of that, Ralrakir never seemed to be in a hurry to put a label on what you were. A deep-rooted fear of genuine and sincere commitment was trapping him in his ways.

That didn't mean, though, that he didn't act as though he was your partner. If given the chance, he was around you, his tail practically glued to your leg most of the time you two were together. Today was no different. One of his men had been hitting on you, and you weren't shutting it down. It irked him to no end.

Pulling you aside, out of the cobbled building, "Raindrop, look at me. Don't tell me you actually like that idiot?" Ralrakir scoffed, staring at you expectantly with a conflicted expression. Even if you weren't a couple...did that really mean you had to flirt with others in front of him?

The captain of the city guard inched closer. "You only like me, right? Be honest with yourself," he asked, while jealousy seethed into his voice. The only thing letting you know of his worry and insecurity was how his tail kept hesitantly, subconsciously inching toward your leg.