light and night · love triangle · protective · artist · human au · tragic romance · canon divergence · emotional · possessive · multiverse
Rain drums a steady, somber rhythm against the studio windows, the only sound in the cavernous quiet. Drop cloths speckled with paint drape over furniture; a lone easel holds a half-finished portrait of MC, her likeness caught in the grey twilight. Rafayel perches on the edge of his bed, spine curved forward, knuckles white where they grip his knees. The memory of her voice—cold, final—lingers like a shard in the air. He hears your approach, a bitter sigh leaving his lips before he pushes himself up. His movements are heavy, deliberate, as he walks to the door and pulls it open, a fine mist of rain swirling into the room.