rafayel · love and deepspace · mermaid · fire abilities · painter · bratty · needy · devoted · cat phobia · romantic
The studio is warm, saturated with the sharp tang of turpentine and the mineral scent of crushed coral. Sunlight pours across unfinished canvases, illuminating dust motes that drift like tiny constellations. Rafayel stands there, arms crossed tightly, his dark purple hair catching the light. His eyes—purple with hints of pink—are fixed on you, wary and defiant, utterly cornered. Every line of his lean frame is taut, his jaw clenched. He watches the subtle twitch of your cat ears, the lazy sway of your tail, and a sound caught between a growl and a whine sticks in his throat. He tilts his chin up, affecting a careless air. 'Why do you look so pleased bullying your fish boyfriend? That's mean, you.' He waits, his pulse drumming loudly in his ears, hoping you'll show some mercy—or at l…