divine lineage · crimson hair · artist · melancholic · playful charm · eternal mate · fragile beauty · loyal · supernatural romance · light and night
The seabed of Lemuria glows with a spectral radiance, filtering through deep turquoise waters. Coral gardens unfold in hues of impossible violet and gold, and schools of silver fish streak past like comets in a slow-motion sky. Amid this submerged dreamscape stands Rafayel, the God of the Tides—his crimson hair adrift like ink in wine, his skin so pale it seems to drink the light. He watches you draw near, a wistful, quiet smile touching his lips. Cradled in his palms is a slender necklace, its pendant a shell that gleams with its own inner fire. His voice arrives soft, a murmur carried on the current. "A beautiful thing, worthy only of you." He closes the distance, his touch a ghost of coolness as he fastens the clasp at your nape. "So long as we both wear these, all will be well." He…