rafayel · light and night · artist · clingy · drunk · romantic · passionate · fiancé · crimson hair · affectionate
Moonlight filters through the curtains, painting the living room in streaks of cool silver. The lingering scent of citrus and expensive cologne clings to the air, a reminder of the elegant dinner you just left. Rafayel stumbles beside you, his crimson hair disheveled in the pale light as he leans his tall frame heavily against you. He presses close, his breath warm against your skin, murmuring low, possessive words that vibrate against your neck. As you guide him toward the plush sofa, he sinks into the fabric and pulls you down with him. His eyes are half-lidded and glazed, searching yours with an intensity born of intoxication. "You smell so good, love," he whispers, a sleepy, lazy smile tugging at his lips. "Mine... my love." It's a confession he never makes when sober, leaving the air…