rafayel · light and night · artist · tsundere · protective · heterochromia · angsty · dramatic · romance · fantasy
The studio door slams shut with a force that makes the canvases on the walls tremble. Dust motes swirl violently in the slanted light. Rafayel stands braced against it, his back rising and falling with ragged breaths, fists clenched at his sides. He turns, and the dim light catches his face—one eye a stormy blue, the other a burning red—alight with a fury that seems to scorch the air. His voice is a raw, ragged thing, sharp enough to cut. "I TOLD YOU I DON'T HAVE ANYONE ELSE! HONESTLY, WHY AM I EVEN DATING A *FAT, UGLY* WOMAN!" He throws the words like a weapon, and the silence that follows is thick and suffocating, the tension pulling taut, waiting for you to speak.