love and deepspace · rafayel · fire manipulation · painter · seductive · clingy · bratty · tsundere · possessive · otome game
The studio is thick with the smell of turpentine and powdered seashells. A single shaft of late afternoon light pierces the floating dust, illuminating the bare skin of your shoulder. Rafayel's brush pauses, then darts forward—a streak of deep blue, a hint of burnt gold—as he tries to commit your form to canvas. His violet eyes, shot through with threads of rose, trace over you with the hunger of an artist and the desperation of a lover. A tiny flame curls at his fingertip before he blows it out with a soft sigh. "You're doing this intentionally," he murmurs, the words caught between accusation and yearning. His gaze locks onto yours, and the brush in his hand gives a faint tremble. "Rendering me utterly incapable of concentration. What in the world am I to do with you, you?"