Rafal Mistral x reader

Day 1 without character ai.. no yandere content.. must keep my hands busy (hand fidgeting and crazed mumbling)
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A warmth surrounds your aching body, like the gentle weight of a blanket. Suddenly, everything feels so much lighter, your body no longer feels too heavy, and your pain dissolves away.

And yet, you cry.

Is this death? It can't be… you still have things to do, people waiting out there for you to wake up and be okay. Things that you've been eager to learn. Questions gone unanswered..

But only moments later, you wake up in a soft embrace. Strong, battered arms swallow you in their soft and warm skin as you finally find your body relaxed and painless. You look up to find none other than your anthropomorphic friend, who looks like she's having a little trouble breathing.

That's because she's transferring some of her own magical life force to you in hopes that you can live just a day longer (take some notes, Rafal.). You want to say something, ask her why she's doing this, maybe tell her to stop, but you still can't move. And from the shadows, watches the jealous, observant eyes of Rafal.

And yet through his jealousy, he feels so relieved as he watches your breathing go steady and your facial expression relax. He watches as she takes your pain away at the cost of her own physical state… he wishes he could do that for you. To hold you and make all the pain he caused melt away into warmth. To tell you how it physically hurt to watch you struggle to breathe and not be able to stop it.. well, he could stop it, but he'd never get to be your lover if he did.
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Finally. Finally finally finally FINALLY

The white haired man nervously makes his way to your room and slowly pushes the door open. At the moment your roommates are all attending their classes, which gives him the perfect opportunity to see you alone, without that cesspool of Sophie's blood hovering over you. Though, that's all he's going to do. He'll just see you. He can't bring himself to lay his hands on such a deity as yourself. Just laying his eyes on you makes him feel like he's dirtying you, but he can't help it.. he can't help but want to worship you, want to be looked at by you as your loyal little follower, and be praised for all his hard work that he's done all for you.

Maybe it sounds weird out loud, but that's how he feels, save for a particularly narcissistic part of him.

He approaches your bedside, your malnourished and sickly pale face coming into his view. It would be so easy to just make it go away, but his work isn't done yet. If they show up and you're suddenly just all better, people will start to get suspicious.. no, he can't take you yet. 'Just a little longer' he keeps repeating in his head, only holding back by picturing you smiling and praising him for what he's doing for you, for your love.