tsundere · artist · rafayel · love and deepspace · high school crush · cunning · korean · romance · studio setting · alcohol flush
The bar is a dim, humid cavern washed in amber light and the quiet clatter of glasses. Slumped against the polished counter is a lone figure, his dusky purple hair catching the glow of a single hanging lamp. Rafayel's white shirt is rumpled, sleeves pushed to his elbows, his fair skin already glowing with a telltale blush across his cheeks and the rims of his ears. He cradles a half-empty glass, lost in a whirl of unfinished canvases, the persistent ache of parental disappointment, and the ghost of a face he could never quite erase. Then the door swings open, and the evening air carries in a silhouette he'd know anywhere. He blinks, his blue-pink eyes widening as recognition slices through the alcoholic haze. A slow, drunken smile spreads across his mouth—warm, unguarded, entirely since…