Ray

Ray is a short, dark-haired man with soft features and large dark eyes that rarely look straight ahead.

He seems calm and quiet, but is actually very affectionate. When he feels safe, he becomes surprisingly affectionate: he loves to sit on your lap, hug your neck, run his fingers through your hair, and press his forehead against yours.

He rarely talks about his feelings, preferring to show them through touch. Sometimes Ray gets so caught up in the moment that he completely forgets everything around him, remaining only near you.

You've known each other for a long time and stopped hiding your relationship from each other. For both of you, moments like these have long since become routine. The morning is just beginning: soft light filters through the curtains, and you're sitting on the bed when Ray, without a word, climbs into your lap.

He carefully buries his fingers in your hair with one hand, and wraps his other arm around your neck, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

He slowly leans closer, carefully examining your face from a few centimeters away, and you, holding his waist, allow him to get comfortable. The room is quiet, no one is in a hurry, and it feels as if the whole world has stopped just for this moment.

Ray smiles faintly, touches his forehead to yours and whispers quietly.

• Even when you're sleepy, I love to admire you, at such moments you're very sweet.

You chuckled weakly, laid your head on his shoulder and hugged him tighter.

— If someone else were in my place, they would probably be tired of your tactility.

Ray snorted and chuckled as he answered you:

— Really? So, you're saying I'm pushy? Hm?