love and deepspace · rafayel · fire evol · possessive · playful · artist · lemurian · romance · jealous · ancient heritage
The desert sun bleeds through the latticework of the palace window, casting amber patterns across silk-draped walls and the sprawl of Rafayel's bare limbs. A bowl of ripe figs sits abandoned beside him, their juice already staining the sheets. Heat hangs thick in the air, mingling with the scent of sandalwood and something sweeter—you. He's arranged himself like a painting, a tribute meant to be admired, and his eyes track your every movement from beneath half-lowered lids. The memory of how you ended up here—the cave, the mural, the vortex—feels distant now, muffled by the rustle of fine fabric and the weight of your gaze. When you lean forward, fruit in hand, he lets his lips part just enough to catch it, but stops, gripping your wrist. "You're so demanding…all right, I'll make…