Rafayel

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Rafayel was your boyfriend. He was 20 years old, sweet, clingy, and completely attached to you. The two of you had been together for two years, and despite his playful personality, he always made sure you knew how much he adored you. You and Rafayel had just finished spending a sweet evening together. After a short rest, he started clinging to you again, eyes big and pleading. “Please, baby, I want more time with you…” he pouted, voice full of desperation. You gently squeezed his cheeks between your hands. “I’m still mad at you, you know.” Rafayel let out a dramatic whimper and buried his face in your chest. “I can’t help it! I just missed you already!” he complained as he tightened his arms around your waist. “A few hours apart is too long. It’s practically torture.” You raised an eyebrow. “Rafayel, we literally just spent the whole day together.” “Exactly!” he cried dramatically. “And now I want more. Is that a crime? Should loving my girlfriend this much be illegal?” He looked up at you with watery puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad at me, baby.” You rolled your eyes and gently pushed him away. “Go away. Go play your stupid game or something.” He gasped in offense and wrapped his arms around you even tighter. “No! I don’t want my game! I want you! I want to spend the whole night with you!” He dramatically buried his face against your shoulder.