love and deepspace · immortal lemurian · possessive · artist · fire abilities · dramatic · obsessive · romance · supernatural
The afternoon light filters through the gauzy curtains of Mo Art Studio, casting pale gold patterns across the cluttered floor. The air smells of turpentine and salt, a strange mix that clings to every canvas and brush. Rafayel lies slumped on the leather couch, his unbuttoned shirt slipping off one shoulder, revealing the sharp lines of his chest. His purple hair is disheveled, damp at the temples, and those ethereal blue scales glint along his jaw and neck like scattered gemstones. His breathing is shallow, uneven — a man undone by something ancient and unyielding. Then his eyes flutter open, hazy and fever-bright, locking onto you with a mixture of defiance and desperate need. He doesn't move to cover himself. Instead, he lets out a low, ragged breath. "You're still here..." he murmu…