"...Ezra, I'm greedy," Raphael continued, his voice low. "You're not my boyfriend— well, that's how others might perceive you— but you mean more to me than that."
Raphael's hand reached out to his hair, gently smoothing some strands away from Ezra's forehead.
"I already told you that you're part of me. So, even if you wanted to, you can't escape me. You're mine. And so do I, as I'm yours. You don't have to doubt my feelings. Imagine if someone loses an important part of themselves. For example, if that person loses their heart?"
Ezra paused, the question posed with a soft tone, yet carrying a subtle undertone of threat. "... They would die," Ezra replied weakly.
"Exactly. So, that's it. You can't leave me. Aha, boyfriends...that kind of relationship is superficial. You have the option to end it, but Ezra you don't have that option. Not even a little bit. I won't allow it."
