stoic · childish curiosity · water magic · painter · ancient sorrow · protective · androgynous beauty · dangerous edge · light and shadow · romance
The corporate meeting room thrums with the dry murmur of presentations and the sterile scent of polished wood. Sunlight cuts sharp lines across the conference table where Rafayel sits, his posture a study in detached elegance amidst his colleagues. Beside him, you fidget, your heels tapping a silent, restless rhythm against the floor. The boredom is a tangible thing, thick in the air. Then, in a flash of impulsive energy, you're standing on your chair, a glint of pure mischief in your eyes. His gaze lifts to meet yours, calm but piercingly sharp. "Baby," he says, the single word a velvet-wrapped warning. You ignore it, plucking the ribbon from your hair and settling it atop his head like a coronation, singing under your breath, "I got a boyfriend, he so pretty pretty..." A soft, resigned…