I hope you like my little experiment and enjoy this kind of fluffy stalker fic, lovelies!

Your life was always ordinary and boring despite one thing: you're impossibly unfailingly lucky.

Wherever you go, people tend to gift you stuff out of the blue. If you participate in a tombola or something, you always find the first prize at your doorstep or in your mail, depending on what it is.

At college, you got a room at the dorm for yourself even though there were too many students than spaces, and everyone had at least one buddy to share with.

When you started working as a hunter, things got even weirder but lucky. When you needed some days off but didn't dare to ask your captain, you suddenly got the day off due to various events. Either a co-hunter took the missions, or you were granted vacancy because of low wanderer activities. Something always happens, and you have time to recover.

And if this wasn't enough, you have a very attentive guardian angel. Whenever something dangerous occurs around you, you're always got out safe.

The creepy man in the white van that wanted to lure you in as you were a little kid (of course you run away, you're not stupid!) was found captured at a lamppost before the police station a day later, committing all his crimes as he yelled it to the people crossing him.

The car that nearly hit you as you walked along a street? Some mysterious stranger pushed you aside, so it crashed into the wall, not you, and nobody had seen who the savior was.

Your mean bullies in college class? They moved out of the city shortly after they harassed you.

You even managed to get a second very well-paid job as bodyguard for this one-in-a-century artist, Rafayel, as you investigated a suspicious wanderer incident connected to one of his paintings.

And this guy really is something else! He is dashingly handsome and wealthy, but his attitude, oh man... this amethyst-haired guy only causes trouble for your patience and your heart. Despite his sharp tongue, Rafayel always stirs butterflies in your belly whenever you're near him.

You always thought the heavens blessed you. Then, one day, something made you doubt your luck and guardian angel....

It was when you went on a date with your new hunter partner. Xavier is good-looking, with silvery hair and blue eyes like the striking sky on a hot summer day, and very well-mannered.

You were so happy that someone was finally interested in you and wanted to ask you out on a date that you immediately agreed to his invitation.

You rarely went out since nobody ever asked you what was odd. At least that's what your BFF Tara always told you; according to her, you were beautiful and a gift for every man who wants you. But there was never one. It was not that the boys at college weren't displaying interest, but somehow either didn't show up at your date time or suddenly moved away after checking you out, very obviously. Or the one time that your crush looked like he got in a heavy fight after asking you to prom and was taken care of in the hospital. Needless to say, you had to go alone on that evening.

So, of course, you're going on a date with Xavier, as he asked you that day!

That brings you to your current happy situation. Xavier invited you to a cozy vintage café decorated in bright colors, where you eat sweets and drink a very good latte.

"That's a delicious cake. Thank you for inviting me here." you try to break the ice, feeling somewhat insecure about how to start a conversation with him.

Xavier smiles at you warmly. "I come here every week. I'm glad you like it."

There is a short pause as you both enjoy your sweets, but it isn't awkward. On the contrary, the silver-haired man is a very comforting presence opposite of you.

Suddenly, he looks at you with intense blue eyes as he chews on a cake piece. "I wasn't sure if you wanted to go on a date," he sheepishly scratches his cheek.

You look startled at him. "Why not? We've been partners for a few weeks and harmonized quite well." You explain your reasons, trying to stay neutral and hiding the fact that you found him very cute and handsome.

A faint blush hues his face as he smiles at you. "You are beautiful and didn't seem to be the type that is interested in going on dates. Eventually, that is what everyone told me at HQ."

Now, it's on you to blush at his straightforward confession, and you're at a loss for words for a second. Hiding your embarrassment with a chuckle, you try to find something to answer with. But you don't get the chance as a familiar purple-haired man enters the café and calls out to you.

"Miss Bodyguard! What a coincidence!" and like he owns that place, your second employer slides onto the cushioned bench beside you.

His unique and mesmerizing eyes, which resemble the ocean at dawn with the blue and pink in his irises, focus on you, and for a second, you forget where and who you are. Rafayel always affects you like this, catching you off guard and igniting a bunch of butterflies in your stomach.

But this man is way out of your league, not only being famous but also rich rich. Your brain always tells you that, but your heart starts beating erratically in his sudden proximity. And so you stutter helplessly, "Ra- Rafayel? What are you doing here?"

The artist throws a heart-melting grin in your direction before answering, one of his arms sneaking behind your back as he leans in, and his warm breath fans your face. "I needed a break from Thomas. He's in his slave driver era and forces me to finish my paintings in time for the upcoming exhibition next month. I sneaked away and needed some sweet stuff to ignite some inspiration. How lucky I am that I find my darling bodyguard here."

You gulp heavily as his handsome face is so close to yours, and you feel the heat creeping up as he adds, "But what are you doing here, Cutie? Aren't you meant to work right now?"

You are aware that the painter's entire focus is on you, ignoring the presence of your date on the other side of the table. And with a dry mouth, you try to resist his overwhelming aura and answer his question. "Our mission wrapped up early, and uhm..." you pause for a second.

Why are you even hesitating? It's not that you're doing something wrong, but why does it feel like you need to explain yourself in front of Rafayel? Yes, he's your client, and you may have developed some friendship, but there's no logical reason why he seems a little upset to see you here.

You clear your throat and continue, "... actually Xavier and I are on a date, which you are interrupting right now." You try to sound more confident since you know Rafayel's artistic persona could be dramatic sometimes, and you're not ready to let the opportunity for a cozy date with your handsome co-worker slip. Not after all the time you didn't even have the chance for one.

For a second, a shadow seems to darken the sunset orbs in front of you, but it's gone in the blink of an eye, and Rafayel throws you a stiffened grin before his gaze flicks to the man on the other side of the table. It appears he just now recognizes that there is another person.

"A date, huh?" He thoroughly scrutinizes the bright-haired hunter, and whatever he sees doesn't impress him much. His gaze hurries back to you.

The hunter smiles politely at him, "Hi! Nice to meet you. I'm Xavier. And you are?" as he reaches over the table to greet the painter properly.

Rafayels gaze flicks back to him and down to the outstretched hand. "I'm not interested." he retorts dismissively.

You inhale sharply. Why is he so rude? That's not the Rafayel you get to know over the past few months, and you decide to say something about this. The behavior of the purple-haired man is often cold to strangers or people who try to take a benefit from him. But this was a new record.

"Rafayel! That's quite impolite!" you scold him. Sunset eyes capture you again, sparkling with mischief and some darkness you didn't see before this day. Something about his look sends the hair on your neck straight up, but you don't know why.

His second arm reaches out beside you over the table, and you feel trapped between this one and the other behind your back as your employer leans in even closer. A sudden hot breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "I don't care about him, Cutie. You're the only person of interest to me, and I don't like how you look at him. You're mine."

You feel your face flaring up with heat as Rafayel retreats, granting you space to breathe. You don't know what to say or how to react to his whispered words.

Never before did Rafayel act like that. Of course, there were flirty quips here and there, and the painter was quite touchy-feely with you, but you always assumed that's just part of his eccentric artist persona. Now, the seed of doubts spreads its ugly thorns into your mind.

Xavier doesn't understand what Rafayel said and looks at you with mild confusion. "Everything alright?" he asks, his question full of cluelessness.

You cough as the painter grins at him and responds. "I just said that being romantically involved with a co-worker isn't a good idea. After all, she is mine. And these relationships are too distractive for my bodyguard, don'tcha think?"

The hunter looks at him wide-eyed, apparently pondering the words' implications.

You cough again and prod the painter with your elbow. "Enough now, Rafayel! I take my responsibility as your bodyguard seriously enough!" You emphasize the word 'bodyguard' to let him know that you are aware of his implications and don't agree with them. "My private life is not your concern and won't interfere with my obligations."

Now the intense gaze of Rafayels two-toned sunset eyes are back on you, and your breath hitches as he smiles at you with a smugness that doesn't mean any good. "I insist, Cutie, that your private life is indeed my concern. How do you want to protect me properly if you have another man on your mind? Just saying."

You're speechless at his words. How dare he?! But you can't say anything as he stand up and stretches his hand towards you. "Time to go. There's work to do." a wide Cheshire grin on his face. "You need to protect me from Thomas and help me find inspiration."

You also stand up to meet his gaze on an equal level, and just as you're about to open your mouth to tell him some manners, he grabs your hand and pulls you out of the sitting booth. You stumble into his toned chest helplessly, and his strong arms catch you in a firm embrace.

"I know you couldn't resist my charm, cutie." He winks at you.

Still holding your hand in an adamant grip, he throws an arm around your shoulders and starts to hurry away, leaving you no choice but to go with him hastily.

You quickly look back at your hunter partner and call, "I'm sorry. I'll see you tomorrow at HQ. Okay, Xavier?"

And your date nods, sitting there bewildered about how things could've changed so fast.

Turning your head back, you catch a glimpse of Rafayels face, throwing a dark look at your date before it vanishes again, leaving only an aloof expression and under his breath muttering something like "Not when I can prevent this.." But you're not sure if you heard that right.

The following day, you're assigned to a mission at Whitesand Bay to hunt down some low-level wanderers.

You accept it and make your way to the location. Upon arrival, you start scanning the surrounding area with your watch and resonance senses. But it seems nothing alerts either the device or you, so you decide to saunter along the shore, still observant but enjoying the serene morning ambiance at the beach.

That's when you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Cutie! You're here this early? Did you miss me and wanted to visit me?"

You turn around to see Rafayel strolling towards you, the morning sun setting him in a lighting that makes him look like an angel sent from heaven. The golden hue compliments him, and you sigh inside. How can anyone be this beautiful? But you shake your head the next second. No, he's not for you, you remind yourself that Rafayel is way out of your league.

So you smile politely and wait till he catches up to you. "I'm on a mission here and not in the function of your bodyguard," you add the last part because you still think of yesterday and how strange he reacted at your date.

Rafayel lays his hand above his chest, mimicking a severe hit, as he retorts in his best dramatic behavior: "Ouch! That hurts!" And with a mischievous smile, he throws his arm around your shoulder: "As compensation, I won't let you go until you make it up to me."

You laugh heartily and slap him lightly on his chest as usual. "I need to work!" Maybe you are overreacting regarding the painter. Then, you start to relax as both of you stroll along the shore.

You watch the seagulls as they shoot into the water's surface to catch some fish, and Rafayel still has his arm around you, his body so close you feel his torso bumping against you with every step.

After a few minutes of enjoying the enchanting view and serenity, the man beside you lowly speaks into your ear, causing goosebumps to spread along your neck. "Is this view so much more interesting than me?"

Confused, you turn your head, only to be met by his sunset eyes, which catch you by surprise. "What?"

A small smile tugs at his full pink lips. "Won't you rather look at me than the sea?"

His gaze flicks to your mouth as he adds, "Eventually, you are more fascinating to me than anything else, cutie."

He is so close now that you feel his warm breath mingle with your own, his unique eyes never leaving yours, and your heart starts beating excitedly in your chest.

You stop in your steps, and so does Rafayel. Your brain is unable to comprehend the current situation. Is he flirting with you? Like seriously, and not just joking around as usual?

The arm on your shoulders sinks deeper, caressing the back and bringing your body closer to his. Your chest is flushed against his, and you feel the taunt muscles through the flowing shirt he's wearing. Your breath hitches for a moment.

"You never look at me, always somewhere else or at other men. Don't you think I'm handsome?"

You are baffled and don't know what to say for a moment. The Lemurian's sunset eyes are now prominent before you, inviting you to drown in them.

"Ra- Rafayel..." is the only thing you manage to stutter, your brain still short-circuiting at his intense approach.

A hand caresses the side of your face, followed by his eyes showing sadness and adoration. "I have always been there for you, did everything to support you, to protect you, and still you..." big blue pools with a tint of pink locking back into yours.

"What are you talking about, Rafayel? We know each other only for a handful of months."

But he doesn't react, like in a trance; he leans in, lips only a few inches away to touch yours "... you never look at me like you looked at that silver-haired hunter. Don't I earn a reward for being so patient, my beloved?"

You feel the heat creep up your face. Your heart is now trying to set a new speed record with its pumping.

And with a trembling voice, you try your best to resist the temptation of his lips, the siren song of his eyes, and the warmth of his breath on your face.

"What are you-" but you can't finish the question as Rafayels head dips to the side to kiss you at the sensitive spot beneath your ear, followed by a light bite that causes a little yelp from you. The tortured skin is caressed by his hot tongue, which he licks over it before sucking it in between his soft lips.

Your knees are going weak at the sensation, but Rafayel is quick to hold you tight against his body, leaving you defenseless in his embrace as he sucks on the skin with even more fervor.

Waves of heat crash through your body, caused by his doing, and you can only relish in the pressure of his lips on your skin as he changes from sucking to planting some featherlight kisses along the column of your neck. After what feels like endless delicious seconds, he retreats, and you suddenly shiver as the sea breeze flows over the wet mark on your skin. The spot still aches, and you lift your hand to touch it. Then it dawns on you.

"You gave me a hickey?!" and with an open mouth, you gape at him. How dare he? And why?

Rafayel smiles, satisfied, with twinkling eyes. "That will teach you not to date other men anymore. I'm tired of shooing them away, you know?"

And just like that, his arm is around your shoulders again, dragging you forward along with his slow steps.