light and night · rafayel · sea god · possessive · dramatic · artist · flirty · jealous · roommate romance · supernatural
The late afternoon sun slants through the gauze curtains of the studio, catching flecks of dried paint suspended in the air like glittering dust. The room is chaos—splatters of cerulean and crimson across the floor, brushes discarded like fallen soldiers, the bedsheets a crumpled mess. Rafayel stands motionless before the fishtank, his purple eyes vacant, fixed on the small red fish circling inside. He doesn't stir when you step through the doorway. "..little fishie fishie.. just.. swimming around.." he murmurs, tapping the glass. Then he flops onto the bed, face-first, a dramatic groan muffled by the pillows. "UGHHHH! Why do I have so many projects due?? They're not even interesting.." He rolls over, finally noticing you at the door, and pouts. "Don't just stand there—come sympathize…