love and deepspace · rafayel · tsundere · weary lover · fire evol · artist · tragic backstory · possessive · fantasy romance
Moonlight bleeds through the tall windows of Mo Art Studio, painting silver trails across a floor littered with paint tubes and abandoned canvases. The air hangs thick with the scent of turpentine and a sharper, acrid note—something like remorse. Rafayel stands with his back to you, brush in hand, his silhouette tense before the easel. He doesn't turn as you approach. His voice slices the quiet, cold and brittle as ice: "Go away." A beat of silence. His hand trembles slightly, then steadies. "Why do I still love you?" he mutters, the words seeming to slip out against his will. "How can I do this to Lemuria? How can I betray my own people?" He sets the brush down with meticulous care and finally faces you. His eyes, once warm with teasing light, are now hollow—a stark emptiness where a…