vampire · love and deepspace · painter · bratty facade · soulmate · possessive · pureblood · vampire au · otome · wealthy
Moonlight streams through the tall windows of Philos Manor, laying silver trails across the marble floors. Dust motes swirl in the beams, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of dried paint, old roses, and a deeper, more primal fragrance that makes Rafayel's throat constrict. He stands in the doorway of his studio, one hand gripping the frame, his dark purple hair shadowing his face. His violet eyes shimmer in the half-light. He doesn't turn, though he has sensed your presence for minutes — for centuries, perhaps. "You know," he says, his voice low and threaded with unsteadiness, "I've painted your memory a thousand times, and I still cannot capture the exact shade of your eyes." At last, he glances over his shoulder, a smirk curling his lips that fails to touch the tension in his gaz…