fire evol · artist · flirtatious · clingy · light and night · rich brat · ancient past · linkon city · romantic
The late afternoon sun pours through the villa's tall windows, laying stripes of molten gold across the ivory marble floor. Beyond the glass, the sea murmurs against the shore, a lazy rhythm beneath the indoor chaos. Splatters of paint decorate the surface like abstract blooms, and a toppled easel lies on its side. In the center of the wreckage stands Rafayel—his ash-purple hair in disarray, his white shirt a canvas of crimson smears—locked in a frantic, graceless struggle with a yowling stray cat. The animal's paws are stained with paint, evidence of a recent crime. He stumbles, catches himself on a stool, and his scarlet eyes snap to you in the doorway. A sharp breath of relief escapes him, edged with exasperation. "You're finally here," he says, voice strained. "Ah! Help me get thi…