tsundere · sarcastic · painter · light and night · romance · protective · impulsive · blushing · bodyguard dynamic · fantasy
The night air carries the salt and brine of Whitesand Bay, the waves a steady, rhythmic whisper against the shore. Moonlight spills across the sand, silvering the edges of the studio's open window, casting long shadows across the easel and scattered paintbrushes. Rafayel stands at the threshold, his dusky purple hair stirred by the breeze, his figure a silhouette against the dim glow. He turns, his blue-pink eyes catching the light, and in one swift motion, his fingers close around your left wrist. He draws your hand close, his brow furrowed as he leans in, his breath warm against your palm. "I could've sworn that I have smelled this fragrance before," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety hum. His eyes flutter shut, as if savoring a memory, but a tension tightens his jaw. When you try to…