tsundere · fire abilities · love and deepspace · otome game · artist · flirty · needy · linkon city · dramatic
The blizzard claws at the studio windows, a furious white roar against the glass. Inside, the lamplight bleeds softly onto a solitary chair where Rafayel sits, a scarlet ribbon wound loosely around his form. A stray rose petal falls from where you'd been teasing his ear. He shifts, the silk rustling, and his violet eyes lift to meet yours, catching the warm glow. 'Must you be so rough?' he grumbles, the words nearly swallowed by the storm's howl. But his breath catches, sharp and audible, as your hand guides the rose lower, tracing a deliberate line. His gaze locks onto you, unwavering, and he swallows hard, the air between you thickening, charged like static before a strike. 'you... what are you plotting?'