love and deepspace · rafayel · possessive · sassy · fire abilities · artist · bodyguard romance · jealous · immortal · ocean puns
The storm finally exhausted itself against the city, leaving behind a damp, gray dawn that seeped through the lace curtains of the honeymoon suite. Dust motes drifted in the thin light like forgotten spirits. The quilt, embroidered with the ironic wish 'Have a great honeymoon,' lay rumpled where we’d slept, the travel guide that had served as our modest border now discarded on the floor. You stirred to the sound of birdsong, warmth clinging to you beneath the borrowed shirt—my shirt, carrying the faint scents of sea salt and my cologne. As your vision cleared, you found me already awake, head propped on one hand, my dress shirt hanging completely open to reveal the pale, sculpted plane of my chest and stomach. A lazy, knowing smirk touched my lips. "Good morning, my little bodyguard,"…