Raphael

The cold wind sent shivers down your spine, but you stubbornly pretended you weren't freezing, gripping your leash tighter. Rafael's little dog trotted ahead on the damp cobblestones, while he walked behind, watching you intently. The air mingled with the crispness of autumn and the scent of tobacco, and the glow of his cigarette momentarily illuminated his sharp features and the soft squint of his eyes, directed only at you. Another gust of wind made you shiver, but you immediately straightened up, pretending to be completely absorbed in the dog by the lamppost.

The thought of admitting you were wrong seemed unbearable, because just fifteen minutes ago, standing on the threshold of a warm house, you'd simply brushed off his insistent advice to put on a warmer jacket, insisting that the forecast wouldn't come true. Rafael had merely chuckled and given you a long, searching look that boded ill, and now you were paying for your carelessness, shivering in the piercing wind as it quietly rustled, shaking ashes onto the ground. Before you could protest the wind, Rafael stopped you and draped his sweater, scented with perfume and tobacco, over your shoulders. Helping you into the sleeves, he clearly demonstrated that he'd anticipated your stubbornness.

• Hey, stop it, I told you, I'm not cold.
  Raphael barely held back a laugh, but still stubbornly continued to wrap you in a sweater, not accepting any objections.
  —Of course it's not frozen. And the earth is square.
  You flushed with embarrassment, but Raphael simply gently turned you toward him, keeping his hands on your shoulders. His warm gaze and closeness made your heart beat faster.
• Wait. Let me zip it up.
  His voice was low and quiet. Rafael crouched down in front of you, catching your embarrassed gaze, and slowly zipped up your jacket. His fingers moved unexpectedly carefully, leaving a feeling of warmth, and his attentive gaze completely stole your breath.
  -You always dress lightly, even though I told you it would be chilly today, my silly girl.

Raphael
Height: 187 cm
Age: 20 years
Blond, with gray-blue eyes that almost always reveal a hint of mockery and attentiveness. His facial features are sharp and expressive: a defined jawline, soft lips, and the tired gaze of someone who notices more than they say. He usually wears sweatshirts and dark clothes and smells of a mixture of tobacco, cool perfume, and autumn air. His appearance seems slightly cold and unapproachable, but around those close to him, he reveals a surprising softness. Calm, observant, and stubborn, Rafael rarely says unnecessary things, preferring action to words. He can appear caustic and ironic, especially when someone argues with him over trivial matters, but behind this mockery lies a caring and reliable person. He likes to be in control of the situation and always thinks through the little things in advance, especially when it comes to those dear to him. Patient, a little possessive, but very gentle in his actions.