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when Zayne losing control of his Evol around you

The blast hit the wall inches from your face—shards of frozen metal and concrete exploding outward like shrapnel. You hit the ground hard; air ripped from your lungs by the shockwave. Your ears rang.

And at the center of it all stood Zayne.

Ice crawled up the walls around him, jagged. Frost crawled up his boots. His hands were bare, fingers curled into trembling fists, arms exposed—and riddled with old scars that stood out stark and pale against skin. His hazel green eyes were wide, glassy.

You pushed yourself up.

“Zayne?”

He didn��t respond.

“Zayne!” You took a step forward.

“Don’t.” His voice was low. “I can’t hold it."

“I can help—”

“No.” He snapped. “No, you can’t.” Ice lashed out from the ground in a sudden spike—missing you by less than an inch. You stumbled back, heart hammering.

He flinched as if he’d been stabbed. “I didn’t mean to do that." He muttered. His hands shook harder, “I didn’t—I didn’t mean it.”

“I can’t be around you like this.” He said, barely a whisper. “Every time I feel something—anything—it reacts. Anger. Fear. You.” He looked up slowly. “You make it worse.”

“You think I care what it amplifies?” You snapped. “You don’t get to shut me out. Not when you’re like this.”

“You think I want to?” His voice lowered, full of quiet fury. “You think I don’t want to be near you every damn second?"

You closed the distance. “You don’t have to fight it alone. I’m not afraid of you.”

“You should be.”

The words hit like a slap.

He wasn’t threatening you. He was warning you.

But you didn’t stop. And once you are in front of him, you are reaching for his hand. He flinched as if your skin might dissolve his, but you didn’t retreat.

“Zayne." You said softly. “I’m not here because I think you’re safe. I’m here because I know who you are—even when you're dangerous. Even when you’re one second away from losing control of your Evol.”

His eyes locked onto yours. “I don’t trust myself." He said, barely more than a breath. “Not with this. Not with you.”

“Then trust me.”

You reached out again—and this time, he didn’t stop you. Your fingers touched. Frost burst up your wrist like a warning. Your veins burned cold—but he didn’t let it spread. He gritted his teeth, eyes fluttering shut.

He clenched his jaw, head bowed, your foreheads nearly touching. You felt his hand shake in yours. Then the ice receded, inch by inch, like it was obeying him again.

“See?” You whispered, shaking but steady. “You're still in control.”

Zayne collapsed to his knees, hand still gripping yours. Dragging you down with him.

“…I almost killed you.” He breathed. “I almost—”

“But you didn’t.”

“I don’t know how long I can hold it next time.” He whispered.

You leaned in closer. “Then I’ll be there next time too.”

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Sylus taking care of you while you are on period

You’re curled up on the couch, blanket burrito mode fully activated. Your stomach’s been doing that charming cramp-knife-stab thing all morning, and your mood is—somewhere between “don’t talk to me” and “I might cry over a small thing.”

You hear the familiar beep of the PIN being entered, followed by Sylus, carrying a brown paper bag in one hand and your favorite plush pillow-shaped heating pad in the other. He glances at you on the couch, eyebrows lifting slightly.

“Rough one?”

You grunt. It’s all you manage to muster.

Without a word, he sets the bag on the coffee table and pulls out the supplies: your favorite dark chocolate bar, a bottle of ibuprofen, and—bless his soul—a pack of your preferred pads—with wings.

“You’re the best.” You mutter, peeking out from the edge of the blanket.

He smirks, crouching beside you. “I know.”

Then Sylus opens the bottle of ibuprofen and hands you two pills along with a bottle of water. He waits until you’re done before taking the heating pad to the kitchen. The microwave hums for a few seconds, then dings. He returns, crouches again, and tucks the warm plush behind your back—adjusting the position until it’s just right.

He kisses your forehead gently, then plops onto the couch beside you. You shift, automatically curling into him like muscle memory. His arm settles around you, and your head finds its place against his chest.

“You’re always clingy when you're on period.” He murmurs into your hair.

“You love it.”

“I do.”

You lie there for a moment in silence, the TV low in the background. You sniff once, then again. “I cried at a video of stray cats this morning.”

He nods against your temple. “Valid.”

“I yelled at the kettle because it wouldn’t boil fast enough.”

“Also valid.”

You shift slightly, giving him a look. “You’re just saying that.”

Sylus turns slightly, pulling you tighter. “No sweetie, I’m saying whatever helps you feel like you don’t have to hold it together around me.”

You hide your face in his chest and whisper, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Sylus presses another kiss to your temple and rests his chin gently against your head. “Always.”

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you are doing skincare with Sylus

Sylus is sitting nicely on the edge of the bathroom countertop, arms crossed over his chest as his crimson eyes watching you. The candlelight flickered against the bathroom walls, casting warm shadows for both of you.

"Kitten, I don’t see the point in this.” He muttered.

“You don’t have to.” You stand between his legs, a small jar of cream moisturizer cradled in your hands. “Just sit still and look at me.”

A slow smirk played on his lips as he reached out, gently capturing your wrist and pulling you just a little closer. His thumb began tracing slow, feather-light circles over the back of your hand

You could feel heat slowly running up to your cheeks, "What?"

“Looking at you.” Sylus tilting his head slightly. His smirk widened, “You told me to.”

You quickly lifting your other hand to cover his eyes, shielding yourself from his teasing gaze.

“I changed my mind." You grumbled. “Don’t look at me. Just close your eyes and relax.”

You should've known he wouldn’t listen. Instead of obeying, Sylus caught your wrist again—this time bringing it to his lips, his breath warm against your skin. His lips brushed lightly over your knuckles.

"There's no need for that." He murmured. "You know I always feel relaxed when I'm around you, sweetie."

You quickly pull your hand away, giving him what you hoped was a stern glare. It was ineffective, of course, given the warmth still lingering on your cheeks.

"Sshh! Stay still and be a good boy for me. Let me do the work."

Sylus chuckled but relented, lifting his hands in surrender before resting them lightly against your waist. “Alright." He said, closing his eyes with a playful smile. “My face is all yours.”

With delicate, you spread the product across his face, your fingertips gliding over his cheekbones in slow, gentle strokes. You took your time, massaging in circular motions.

Sylus let out a quiet hum, somewhere between amusement and contentment. His grip on your waist shifted slightly as his thumbs traced absentminded patterns against your sides.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” You teased, your fingers trailing down to his jaw.

A low, satisfied sound leaving his lips. “Mh-hm.”

“There.” You murmured, brushing your thumbs lightly over his cheekbones, admiring your work. “All done.”

Sylus opens his eyes and smiles. Then, he lifted a hand to your face, his fingers brushing against your cheek in an achingly gentle stroke.

"Thank you, sweetie."

You grab his hand that on your cheek and press a soft kiss to his palm.

A comfortable silence settled between you and him, the flickering candlelight making everything feel warmer. And then before you could react, Sylus suddenly moved.

With swift, effortless ease, he grabbed your waist, lifting you as he stood and seamlessly switched places. You let out a surprised gasp, hands gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Sylus!”

“Okay.” He's setting you down on where he had just been sitting. “Now it’s your turn.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could get a single word out, he leaned in and stole a quick kiss from your lips. It was fleeting, barely a brush, but it was enough to render you speechless.

Unable to stop yourself, you laughed, soft and amused.

“Fine.” You sighed, still smiling. “Do as you please.”

"Gladly."

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You teased Zayne while his working

Saturday was a boring day for you. Due to the lack of plans you had for that day, you decided to stay at Zayne's apartment. While Zayne is still busy working in his room, you decided to just spend your time in the living room.

"I'll be done before evening." That was Zayne's said before he went to his room an hour ago.

You pout, not until you felt a soft kiss on your forehead and, "You can eat all the dessert on the fridge."

So here you are, sitting on the couch, enjoying Zayne's caramel pudding while watching your favorite series.

Time passed, and it's already evening. You bored. So, you turned off the TV and walked to Zayne's room. You found him at his desk flipping through some paperwork.

You quietly step inside and sit on the edge of his bed, not wanting to make a sound.

You couldn't help but stare at him and smile sheepishly.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

That startled you for a moment. He had his eyes glued to the paper the whole time. How did he know you were staring at him?

"What? I can't stare at you?" You teased.

"I don't ever recall saying that." He replied back with a smirk.

You stood up and slowly made your way to Zayne. His shoulders stiffened as you approached closer, making it obvious that he knew what you had in mind. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slowly took a seat on his leg, never taking your eyes off him the whole time.

A faint noise was emitted from his lips, and you knew he was doing everything he could to restrain himself. His hand tightened around the pen he was holding, "What are you doing, love?"

"Trying to get your attention." You nuzzled at his neck.

His breath hitched. You left a trail of kisses down his neck before finally nipping at his soft flesh.

That's when you knew you had him.

In an instant, he picks you up from his lap and places you on his desk with a look of passion in his eyes.

Before you could say or do anything, he slammed his lips against yours to ignite a fiery kiss. You didn't hesitate to kiss him back as your hands quickly found their way to his hair.

A moan escaped as he roughly bit your bottom lips. "Zayne.. please.."

Zayne's lips move to your neck, leaving his marks.

"You. know. you. shouldn't. interrupt. me. while. I'm. working." He said between each kiss.

It was so difficult for you to pay attention to his words through the overwhelming pleasure you felt. This pleasure wasn't something that just any man could make you feel. Only Zayne was capable of this. You yearned for his hand to touch you in so many different places.

His flurry of neck kisses only ceased when his lips found their way to your ear, where it bit down gently and tugged on it, causing yet another moan to escape from you.

"I guess I'll just have to teach you a little lesson." He whispered in your ear as he pushed his body closer against yours.

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An accident on your way to Caleb

Caleb got a call from the hospital.

You told him that you would come over, so he was in the middle of cooking when his phone rang.

He was confused because the number was unidentified. There were only a few people who knew his contact number.

But, as he listened to the flat, professional voice explaining about the situation, his face turned paler and paler.

You got an accident and currently were treated in the hospital.

The person hasn't even finished speaking yet when Caleb threw the spatula he was holding and dashed out from the house to take his car.

Caleb's hands gripped the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. He gritted his teeth. His mind was in turmoil. Thousands of scenarios played in his mind. And none of them was good. He pushed the gas deeper.

You sat on your hospital bed and checked the scratch you got on your left arm. The injury was small, not really bad. But you had felt a little under the weather since morning, and so when the accident happened, the shock made you lose your energy and pass out.

Someone opens the door harshly until it bounced on the wall behind it. The sound made you wince.

It wasn't a private room, but thankfully, in the moment, it was only occupied by you.

Caleb stood in the doorway with his clenched jaw and slight tremble on his tense shoulder. His eyes were wild, scanning the room. And when he met your eyes, he crossed the room with long strides and swooped you in his arms.

You didn't have a chance to utter a word when his lips pressed yours.

His kiss was rough and demanding. He pressed, and nibble, and bit you with no mercy. As if he wanted to devour you, melded your flesh and bones into his.

You flinched when your teeth clacked together. Only then, Caleb pulled himself, pressing a small, gentler kiss as an apology.

He pulled you into a tight hug. "Shit." Caleb whispered. "Holy shit. Thank God."

He was trembling. Your face stuck on his chest. You could feel his heart beating fast and hard. Caleb panted, struggling to even out his breath.

He was terrified.

"Caleb, I'm fine." Your hands caressed his back in circle motion, soothing his nerves.

"Do not do that ever again. I swear to God... I--" Caleb's voice wavered. "I was so scared I lost you."

"I'm sorry." You hold him tighter. Let him feel that you are here, with him.

"Promise me you will never do that again."

"I promise I won't ever do that again."

It took several more minutes until Caleb was willing to let you go. He bent down and bumped his forehead on yours softly, let out a shuddering sigh of relief.

You tilted your head and met him in a brief, soft kiss. "I'm fine now."

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Your presence for Sylus

For the past few days, Sylus has been so busy with his work. There hasn't been a smile on his face, and it's bothering you.

So, here you are, hiding in the closet, planning on trying to scare him.

Sylus never got scared, but it did, in fact, put a smile on his face.

That's the goal, for a smile to appear, and an extra point if you can actually scare him.

Five minutes passed, and you could hear the door swing open. The footsteps that he makes when he walks in, and the faint call of your name.

"Kitten? Where are you?" You don't make a sound, not wanting your plan to fail right then and there.

After another moment of silence, you can hear Sylus's foot falls start again, walking down the hallway leading to your hiding spot.

Sylus's footsteps grow even louder as he makes his way to the bedroom, seeing if maybe you went to bed already. When he opened the door, Sylus's met with an empty room. Sylus takes a glance around the room, searching for something to be used as a clue to where you could have gone.

Then his gaze lands on the closet. He chuckled.

"Why are you hiding?" Sylus opening the closet door right away.

You let out a huff of frustration, puffing your cheeks out because your plan didn't work.

"Trying to scare you..." You mumbled under your breath, turning your gaze to the ground, but Sylus heard you, nonetheless.

"Why is that?"

You sighed and returned your eyes back up to look Sylus straight in his crimson eyes.

"You've been so busy lately... and you rarely smile for me again. It's not like you always smile, but it's different." You answer with a slight frown before continuing, "I just want to make you feel better."

Sylus looks at you for a while longer before a small smile breaks out on his face, and he brings you into an embrace.

"Well, kitten, you've succeeded. You always make me feel better by just being there in my presence." Sylus says sweetly in your ear, followed by a kiss on your forehead.

"Really?" You ask, not fully believing that you can do such things for the man you love.

But his answer drives all doubts away.

"Of course, kitten."

Sylus pulled you into a warm, gentle kiss.

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Dawn in Zayne's arm

Zayne's most favorite time of the day is, surprisingly, dawn.

Faint chirps of birds outside the window stir the comfortable silence of the dark surroundings. The pleasant warmth envelops him, the familiar weight of your body in his arms with you cuddling his chest.

His lips curved into a gentle smile when he saw your peaceful sleeping face. He bent down, pressing his lips on the top of your head.

He stays like that for a long time. Counting your soft inhales and exhales. Let peace and joy fill up his chest. Savoring the reality that you are here and that the life he has right now is real and valid.

In a moment like this, Zayne feels like everything of what had happened was bearable. Every agony he suffered in the past was worth it.

To have you in his arms, by his side, Zayne is willing to walk through fire and hell.

His hold tightened unconsciously.

"Zayne?" You slur, voice rough with sleep.

"Mhm." His lips move to your temple. Pressing a kiss there. "Go back to sleep. It's still early."

You scoot closer, snuggle up to him. Placing a small peck on his collarbone, you sigh contently. "You're warm."

He chuckles softly and shifts you into a more comfortable position.

He brings his hand to caress your cheek, then kiss the bridge of your nose. "I love you so much. More than anything. More than you know."

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Rafayel being your personal make-up artist

"That one will make your skin dry, no?" Rafayel asks or more like tells you. "Let me see?"

He takes the bottle of facial foam from your hand, and read the description written on it. You two are currently in a mall. Buying toiletries and skin care product, you would say. Shopping date, Rafayel says.

As long as he's happy, shopping date it is, then.

"See, it has scrub in it, but no mention for moisturizer." Rafayel takes another facial foam product and hand it to you. "What about this one? It has extra moisturizer. When the weather is cold, your skin tends to become drier. I've used this before. It's quite good."

You try to suppress a big grin threaten to bloom on your face. It's the first time you buy a skin care product with a man. That being said, it's also the first time a man is willing to check on what you use. and give recomendation.

"That's good?"

"I haven't even seen it yet, Rafayel."

"Then why are you smiling?"

You look up at him. His head slightly tilted to the side, brows raising in questioning look. He looks so clueless, it's adorable.

Your smile grows wider. You shake your head, "Nothing. I'll choose this one then."

You ended up letting Rafayel choose every product you need to buy. Giving your opinion here and there, silently enjoying his serious face when he read what's contained in it. Indulging yourself in his attention when he occasionally asks if your skin will be fine with this or that.

It's a shopping date, indeed. A very good one.

"Oh, oh!" Rafayel tugs your arm lightly, "Want to take a look?"

He points to the make-up booth, and you raise one eyebrow, "Sure."

"I want you to try this one!" Rafayel showing you a sample of soft colored lip cream. "It will suit you since you like a natural look better."

"You even know what a natural make-up look is?"

"Yeah? I've learned them from the internet." Rafayel shrugs. "Here, let me apply it on you."

He demonstrates how to apply lip cream like professionals.

"Now smack your lips together. Like this, PA-PA." He shows you how, and it's very similar to a young teenage girl doing make-up for her friend for the first time.

The saleswoman glances you both secretly and looks like trying to suppress her laugh.

You do as he said, and Rafayel's squeals, "It looks so cute on you! Let's take this one?"

"Mhm," you look at the result on the mirror. It's actually really nice. "Okay."

The saleswoman checks and takes the same color lip cream Rafayel chooses from the box under the counter. She gives it to him and asks, "Are you a make-up artist, Sir?"

"Ah, yes. Her personal make-up artist." He smiles charmingly.

You have a difficult time not to blush as you lightly pinch Rafayel's arms.

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Xavier learns to cook for you

On a quiet morning, you poke your head out to find Xavier in the kitchen. You found kitchen utensils fill all the space on the counter, some even scatter on the floor, too. Rice and flour all over the table and stove. There's a huge block of half frozen chicken on the cutting board. And there's a suspicious burning smell that comes from the pot Xavier currently stirs.

"Xavier?"

He turns around, and you laugh spontaneously. Xavier is, more or less, the same mess as the kitchen. Flour on his cheeks and hair, and some brownish paste you don't recognize on his temple.

"What are you cooking?"

You ask as you walk closer to him. Carefully avoid some pan and spatula in your steps.

"Chicken porridge."

"Oh?" You didn't expect that. "Why chicken porridge?"

He averts his eyes bashfully and scratches the side of his neck. "If you are sick, at least I want to be able to cook something that would make you feel better. But, as you see, I'm not very good at it."

He waves helplessly towards the brown bubbling liquid in the pot.

Ah.

How could you not guess? Xavier would always think about others. Would always try to help those around him. Selfless and thoughtful.

Your heart swells with affection.

"Let me help. I have tried to make it once before." You said with a smile.

Xavier's face brightened. He nods excitedly. "You are a life saver! Does this count as a cooking date?"

"Only if the food is edible."

The kitchen is warm, filled with both of your laughter.

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Sylus little kisses to ease your body

You rub your eyes and blink tiredly at the laptop screen in front of you, and glance the time on its corner.

4.00 AM.

You pinch the bridge of your nose. There's a dull throb inside your head. Migraine, you presume.

A cup filled with warm milk is put down beside your laptop. You look up and find Sylus yawning.

"Not done yet?" He asks, voice sleepy.

"Mm-hm." You take the cup and feel warmth spreading to the tip of your cold finger. You drink a little, sighing contently. "Sorry to wake you."

Sylus shakes his head and sits beside you. He turns your body, so your back is facing him. He presses his thumbs at the joints between your shoulder blade, massaging it slowly.

You feel like you can fall asleep in that position. Sylus turns you towards him again and takes the cup from your hands. He cups your cheeks, thumb caressing softly at the dark circle under your eyes. He smiles softly when you lean into his touch.

"Continue tomorrow, alright?"

You give a weak sound of protest, and he pushes your shoulder down, so you lay on the sofa. But your back meets the soft surface of the sofa, and it feels good. Oh, now you realize you do need sleep.

Sylus kisses your lips softly. Down to your chin. Gives chaste kiss on your neck until your collarbone.

You groan, push him with no energy.

"Hey, kitten," Sylus kisses your ear. "Relax."

You blink, half conscious. Feeling the exhaustion quickly pulls you to rest. Your head feels light.

You pull Sylus closer, return the kiss.

"I love you so much." You said before couldn't fight the urge to sleep anymore and go slack in Sylus's hold.

"..."

Sylus stunned, lost of words.

He kisses your nose, then nuzzles your cheeks. "Rest, kitten. You deserve it."

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Ticklish Rafayel, sensitive Rafayel

Rafayel's squirming when you trace your fingertip on the lean muscle of his stomach all the way to his side.

"W-wait," he breathes and flinches when you dip your finger lightly on his skin. Straining instinctively against his tied wrist on his back.

"We just start, Rafayel." You chuckle, caressing his biceps. Goosebumps rise on his arm. "It can't even be called a punishment yet."

The punishment, in all meaning, is harmless: let you tickle Rafayel once.

But for Rafayel, it is torturous.

Despite all his touchy-feely attitudes, Rafayel is extremely ticklish.

If someone unintentionally touches his arms with a feather like touch, he will jerk violently. Let alone blow or touch his nape. Rafayel might would jump out of his skin.

That is why he has his wrist tied at the moment. So, he won't accidentally shove you.

"You are being mean." He put on that pitiful kicked puppy looks. And you can't help but kiss the tip of his nose.

"But, it is Rafayel who suggests this, tho?"

He groans, "Yes. Just so you would stop being mad at me."

"I'm not mad." You frown. "Not anymore."

You were a little bit mad, maybe, but it was worry you feel the most. When Rafayel shut you down for three whole freaking days. Wouldn't answer your text or pick up any of your calls.

The only sentence you had was, "He is sick, so in the meantime, it is best to keep your distance."

Even that sentence you got from Thomas.

You unconsciously grip his waist, and he squeaks.

"J-just..." He draws shaky breath, shuddering. "Just get over it quickly."

You hum, agreeing.

But, it wouldn't hurt if you enjoyed this punishment session a little, right?

You wonder if sadism is contagious.

Rafayel likes it when he pushes you just a little bit further past your limit. Edging between constant pleasure underlined with a hint of pain. Watches your fall apart, and just continuously fall, it was too much, but not enough at the same time.

But he does it with incredible softness. Eyes glued on you and always ready to retreat if it's too overwhelming for you.

You like it too, of course. Everything he does. You love it all.

And now, he's lying on his side. Hands bound behind his back. Brows knit together, and eyes screw shut. Body tensing in anticipation.

You want to bully him.

You press your forefinger on his ribs, counting one by one. Rafayel's breath hitch. His heart beats erratically under your touch. You put your palm lightly on his chest.

"Don't tease." He said, voice tight.

"No tease." You nod. "I'm just admiring you."

He must see the smirk plastered on your face because he shots you a warning look.

You peck his lips gently, reassuring. "I won't go too far."

Rafayel squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head. "No, it's fine."

"Then, look at me?"

He opens his eyes obediently. They are slightly blurry; the rims are red as if ready to shed tears.

You can't help but laugh, "You look like you're about to cry."

"Well, I AM about to cry."

Your grin widened. "I'm enjoying this."

"Of course you are."

You slide your palm on his stomach. His abs are not too prominent. Rafayel's build is not that muscular either. His body is quite lean. Long legs, slender fingers, broad shoulder.

"Perfect." You muttered absentmindedly.

Rafayel whines, ears red as tomato. "You're seriously gonna start praising me now? With my hands tied, me lying helplessly, and completely under your mercy? I just need a tickle! What kind of situation are we in now?"

"What kind of situation, I wonder?" You lean and whisper in his ear, "but Rafayel is such a good boy, isn't he?"

Rafayel holds himself to not jerk away. But, his shoulder trembles a little. He said firmly, "No. Don't."

"You keep saying no," you stroke his sides gently, "when in the first place, it was you who suggested this."

Rafayel buries his face into the sheet. He grits his teeth to keep his voice. He tries to still his body with great effort.

You press your fingers tentatively, testing. Rafayel folds his legs closer to his chest, toes curling.

Will he kick you if I press your finger harder?

So, you did. Out of curiosity.

You add the pressure of your finger while keep stroking gently. He shakes. Gasps, and then huffs a short laugh.

"So good. You endure it so well." You murmur in his ear. Constantly adding the pressure of your finger while stroking in the same languid pace.

Rafayel ducks his head away in instinct because your breath tickles his ears. He tries to focus on breathing, but his laugh makes him chokes in air.

You dig his muscle a little deeper, and Rafayel groans loud. He throws his head back and grips the sheet tightly it might rip. His body stretches taut as a bow. A single tear escapes his tightly shut eyes.

"P-please..." He said with great difficulty. And you were too enchanted to realize that your grip on him so hard it might leave crescent mark on his skin.

You release him immediately. He flops on to bed unceremoniously, panting and shaking.

"M-my..." he rasps, "my hands..."

You undo the knot on his tied hands. Rafayel still tries to catch his breath. You press your lips on his closed eyes and then on his damp temple.

"You did it so well. That's so perfect."

Rafayel protested weakly. "That was the worst."

"That was not that bad." You nuzzle your nose to his, coaxing him to open his eyes. "You were hot. And very sensitive, too."

"That--! You-- you really--!"

You grin mischievously when flushes creep up his face. Embarrassed and speechless, he tugs you into a warm hug and hides his face on your shoulder.

"Just you wait," he grumbles, "I will return the favor twice fold."

You chuckle, "Mh-hm. I will wait."

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When Zayne had a nightmare, you are always there to hold him

Zayne hasn't been sleeping well.

It's not like he told you directly. Nor did you realize the cold side of the bed when he left the room because he didn't. He lies there every night, holding you in his arms, but he doesn't fall asleep.

It's more like his physical sign that makes you catch the hint here and there.

The dark circle under his eyes, the slump of his shoulder, the dazed and tired expression on his face. Also, the lack of response you get from him.

"Morning, Zayne." You said, kissing his cheek. Zayne doesn't even lift his head. Only stared blankly at an imaginary spot on the kitchen counter with half lidded eyes.

The usual Zayne would beam at you brightly. Gives you one or two kisses in return.

"Zayne," you stand in front of him, putting your half finish coffee down. "Are you okay?"

Zayne blinks. He stares at you, and then the coffee, and then back to you. "Yeah, I'm okay."

You wait for a moment, but he keeps his lips sealed.

"Okay." You decide to back down for now. "You know I'm always here if you want to talk."

"Yeah." Zayne gives you a weak smile.

The following days after, he doesn't give the sign that Zayne would ever talk about his problem. Just, he becomes clingier than usual. It isn't clingy in a tackling-hug way. It's something more subtle, like occasionally stroking your hair, random caress on your shoulder, sometimes leaning his weight on your back, or suddenly plops down on your lap.

You laugh when he presses his face to your stomach. "I can't work in this position."

"Then don't work." Zayne voices muffled. You run your finger on his hair.

"Don't you have deadline, tho?"

"Mmh.. I don't have it if I believe I don't."

"You can't just ditch work when you don't want to do it, Zayne." You sigh. "What happened?"

His hand circling your waist tightened. "Nothing." He mumbles. "Just nightmares."

But Zayne hasn't had any nightmare in months. You frown worriedly.

"It's nothing." He forced a short laugh. "It's just nightmares. It will eventually go away. I don't want to talk about it."

"Zayne."

"It's... it's just terrible!" Zayne groans in frustration. Voice muffle on your sweater. "I saw you were standing there. I tried to call but you wouldn't listen. Then there's fire. I couldn't move, and... and..."

You kiss the top of his hair, whispering, "It's just nightmare. I'm here right now, aren't I?"

"I don't want to sleep. I'll see it every time I close my eyes."

"But, I'll always be there every time you wake up from those nightmares."

Zayne lifts his head to look at you.

"You know it, too. The nightmares aren't real. Me lying there beside you, safe and sound, is the real one."

Zayne rested his head on your shoulder. "What did I do to deserve you? You're a goddess."

You laugh. The sound brings a small smile on Zayne's face. "Then I order you to go get some sleep now."

"I'll gladly comply if my goddess grants me a kiss."

"You sure are a demanding one." You press a quick kiss on his lips. "There."

"What was that." Zayne pouts. "It was so cold I feel my heart frozen."

You roll your eyes, but still cup his face with both hands and leaning in again to mold your mouth against his. His hand on your waist pulls you closer, and the other hand slips between your strands of hair. Before you pull away, separating yourself.

"Better?" You asked.

"Hmmm..." Zayne hummed thoughtfully. "Nope. It's still shivering in there."

"Then we don't have other choice." You move your hands to hold his shoulder and the back of his hair while you exchange a series of slow, deep kisses that steal your breath away.

When you pull back, you pant lightly, Zayne's face is a millimeter away, huffing against your chin.

"How about that?"

He quirks up a corner of his lip, "Now it's too hot. I don't think we should sleep."

Zayne leans in to drown you in another long breathless kiss before he swoops you in his arms and walks towards the bedroom.

That night, Zayne managed to get some sleep. Before he wakes up with a gasp and restrained cries. But, you are always there to hold him, be his grounding.

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You are feeling insecure? Sylus got you

"Sylus," You are standing in front of the mirror in your room, staring at your own reflection with a frown.

"Hmm?" Sylus sits on the bed. He is working with something with the laptop on his lap.

"Do you think I'm gaining weight?"

Sylus raises an eyebrow and looks at you with a small, playful smile, tugging his lips. "What is it? Is my beloved getting chubbier?"

You don't answer and curl your lips in dissatisfaction, tapping the fat on your stomach. Sylus puts his laptop aside and gets down from the bed to join you in front of the mirror.

"Let me see," he stands behind you and places his hands on your waist. He rubs once and then pulls you into a loose hug. "Hmm, I think it is as perfect as ever."

You roll your eyes at his words, "Sylus."

"No, I'm serious," His hold tightens, and he meets your eyes through the mirror. "My beloved is the prettiest."

Sylus continues before you could say anything. "You are pretty when your eyes glimmer as you smile or laugh. You also pretty when your face softened as you feed a stray cat snack. You're also pretty when you frown and deep in thought, or when you mad, or when you drool in your sleep."

You feel your face heated up, and you squirm, want to hide.

But, Sylus's hands are firm even when he holds you gently, his eyes lock yours a little longer.

"It doesn't matter when you're gaining weight, or losing weight, shorter, or taller, petite or bulky." He presses a small kiss on the side of your neck. "What matters is you, not the state of you. Remember the song?"

"What song?"

He hums and rocks you slowly, "You don't have to change a thing. The world can change its heart. No scars to your beautiful. You're stars, and you're beautiful."

You turn your face to look at him directly, and he leans down, presses his lips on yours.

It's a pure and innocent kiss. Just two pairs of lips meet each other. But, it's very reassuring. You can feel Sylus pours all his fondness and affection in it.

When he pulls back a little, his eyes are incredibly gentle. He murmurs softly, "I love you."

You feel my heart full.

People might think it is you who is constantly reassuring and soothing Sylus. It's you who 'lead' and keep him in track in your relationship. But that's not exactly true.

Because, just as Sylus finds you as his home where he can strip all his anxiety bare, you also find Sylus as your grounding when insecurity makes you lose your footing.

You sigh contently, "I love you, too."

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There will be more of first-time things Rafayel want to do with you

You put down your coffee and look at Rafayel, who sits on the couch, staring at your cup.

Rafayel doesn't usually drink coffee. He would prefer green tea to fill his daily dose of caffeine. But, now he looks like he wants to have a taste. So, you casually offer him.

"Do you want some?"

He brightens immediately, "Yes!"

Rafayel takes the cup and blows it softly. He takes a careful sip.

He licks his lips a little, raising his head, and grins at you, "Hehe."

You raise an eyebrow, "What?"

"Indirect kiss," he said, forefinger tapping the edge of the cup.

You blink. Once. Twice.

And then double over with laughter.

"Rafayel," you said, breathless and still shaking a little from laughing. "Why would you do an indirect kiss when you can have all the direct ones?"

"I just remember I never did that." He frowns, suddenly bashful. "So, that's my first indirect kiss. And there goes the list of first-time-things-I-do-with-you. I'm keeping count, you know!"

Speechless.

"You..!"

Clearing your throat, you can feel your own cheeks burn.

You wiped your face with one hand, chuckle helplessly, "Rafayel, you really are unbelievable."

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Warm morning with Zayne holding you in his arm

"Hey, love. Wake up."

You pull the blanket higher until it covers the top of your head when a cool hand taps your cheek slowly. It feels like you've just closed your eyes ten minutes ago. No. You won't leave your warm bed at least for another ten hours.

Zayne sighs softly when only a handful of your dark brown hair peeking from under the blanket. He knows you must be staying late again last night, and so is he. But today is the only day you and him finally got free time between piles of deadline and dense work.

Besides, it's you who said that you haven't had any outdoor date in a while and today would be a perfect day.

"Hey," he strokes your hair. "Should we just cancel?"

"Hmm," you hummed, shift closer, and curled up to him instinctively.

Zayne chuckles. Like a cat, he thinks. He pulls your blanket down to your chin. Your eyes are closed.

"Come on, my love, wake up. We have an in-pair mission to be done today."

He pinches your nose mischievously. You frown, and groan, eyes still closed.

"It's very sunny today." He runs his finger through your hair. "Come on, wake up."

"Don' wanna." You mumble.

"Wake up, or you need a kiss to wake you up?"

"Mm, shuddup."

Zayne sighs once more, then pulls you into a loose hug. Smiling when you nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "We shouldn't buy those amusement park tickets."

"Sleepy." Your voice muffled on his warm skin.

"We promised we will go out today."

"Mm.. later."

"It's already..." Zayne glances at the digital clock on the nightstand. "Ten o'clock."

"I change my mind."

Zayne laughs, then presses his lips on your temple. "Don't wanna spend time with me?"

"I do."

"It's a pity if we only spend today laying on bed all day."

"Sounds good."

Zayne gives up. It's not like he has a heart to force you to get up and drag you out when you are this comfy. Plus, cuddle all day doesn't sound bad at all.

He closes his eyes and lets the comfortable silence envelop both of you.

"Zayne?"

"Hm?"

"Do we cancel?"

He opens one of his eyes, "I thought you miss me so much you're not willing to let me go even for a second, and would prefer to hug me like this forever?"

You snort, wriggle in his arms to stretch your stiff muscle. "What time is it?"

Zayne glances the clock once more, "ten fifteen."

"I'll be ready in twenty minutes." You yawn, rubbing the sleep off your eyes. "I'll go take a shower."

"Wait, you forget something important."

You cocked an eyebrow, "What?"

Zayne's expression is dead serious. "Morning kiss."

You hold his cheeks in both of your hands, helplessly affectionate, "You sure are a spoiled one, don't you."

"This spoiled one is yours anyway," he said cheekily. "Just deal with it."

You lean down, pressing a kiss on his forehead, laughing when Zayne pouts. "Good morning, my love."

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Xavier the sleepyhead

"I can help."

Xavier, still in pajamas, popped up on the kitchen counter. Eyes half open, looks like in daze. He yawned, obviously still sleepy. You glanced at him before returning your attention back to the bubbling water inside the pot.

"Of course you cannot," you said.

"I can peel the vegetable." Xavier insisted. "Or chop something."

You rolled your eyes, "At this point, you can't chop anything other than your fingers. And no, we don't need an extra knuckle in our soup today."

Xavier frowns, dissatisfied.

"Please, just sit and wait quietly like a good boy? That would be plenty of help."

Fully aware he couldn't win this argument, Xavier pouted, stomped his feet sulkily as he went to the living room.

You sighed at that but couldn't help a fond smile bloom on your face.

By the time you finished cooking breakfast, you found Xavier was lying on the sofa. He curled up on his side, eyes closed. He was hugging a pillow and breathing steadily. You couldn't resist the urge to pinch the tip of his nose.

Xavier let out an annoyed noise and buried his face to the pillow.

You snickered, "Wake up, sleepyhead. Breakfast is ready."

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Sylus loves teasing you

Your reply comes out as a choked groan. Sylus's hand trails up and down your spine. It's soothing and tantalizing at the same time. His touch leaves traces of heat that set your nerves alight.

Sylus rains kisses along your neck, and presses his lips on your pulse point, makes you shiver. You can feel his smug grin on your skin, and you might be completely mad because you want him to sink his teeth and bite.

Of course, he does exactly what you want him to do.

Your head tipped back, gritting your teeth to hold back your voice. Not that it helps much, though.

Sylus chuckles. Low and rich, and it vibrates deep in your bones.

"What do you want?"

You barely recognize the question because Sylus moves his hand to your stomach in a slow, feathery motion. It takes almost all of your willpower not to whine and jerk your hips up because Gods, you want that hand somewhere else.

"Tell me," his teeth graze your earlobe. "What do you want me to do?"

His palm presses on your lower stomach gently, hot like a branding iron. You gasp, this time couldn't help the low keening voice from your throat. Why does it feel like it's too much when it's clearly not enough?

"We can do this all day," Sylus murmurs, "unless you say what you really want."

You glare at him, feeling wronged. Why does it need to be said when what you want is clear as the sky?

Sylus is a bully.