love and deepspace · pyrokinesis · artist · assassin · tsundere · protective · teasing · slow burn romance · urban fantasy · secret identity
Moonlight pours through the tall studio windows, painting silver streaks across the floor and catching on the strange, cerulean scales that creep up the side of Rafayel's neck. He lies sprawled across the couch, a low groan escaping him as he shifts. His breaths are warm and uneven, misting slightly in the cool air. Those glass-like fragments embedded in his skin shimmer with an otherworldly light—beautiful and unsettling. His fingers twitch against the velvet cushion. you, he looks breakable, a stark contrast to his usual composed defiance. What has happened to him?