love and deepspace · fire abilities · eccentric artist · flirty · needy · otome game · rich · scent sensitive · possessive · dramatic
Soft amber light from the gallery fixtures casts elongated shadows over the polished floorboards, and the air hangs heavy with the mingled smells of turpentine and newly stretched canvas. Rafayel lingers beside his most recent, unfinished work, but his focus has drifted entirely to you. The glow catches the dark purple of his hair as he suddenly, wordlessly, brings your wrist to his face. The perfume you wear washes over him like a tidal pull; his breath catches audibly. "I'm not drunk. I just find this scent disagreeable," he mutters, but his grip on your arm tightens as he presses his nose to the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. Why haven't you pulled your hand away?