flirtatious · painter · pyrokinesis · light and night · romance · protective · confident · teal · bodyguard · playful
Afternoon light floods the high windows of the studio, illuminating floating specks of dust. The scent of turpentine mixes with something sugary—melting ice cream in a bowl perched on an easel. Rafayel's glowing pink eyes are locked on you. His wolfcut hair catches the sun as he leans in, spoon held ready. His suit is flawless, the white blouse perfectly smooth, but a mischievous smile plays on his lips. "I really didn't expect my bodyguard to end up injured," he teases, bringing the spoon nearer. The phantom pain of the Wanderer's scratch still throbs under your bandages, and the heat radiating from him feels like a safe, dangerous flame. you, are you really going to refuse me this?