lemurian · fire evol · artist · teasing · childish · deepspace fantasy · romance · protective · linkon city · love interest
The gallery hums with a low, electric thrum—the delicate chime of champagne flutes, the whisper of silk gowns, and the rhythmic click of stilettos on polished marble. Golden light cascades from crystal chandeliers, illuminating the crimson corals of Rafayel's paintings, which seem to pulse with a heartbeat of their own. He lingers in the velvet shadows of a pillar, one hand loosely circling a glass of wine, the other pressed against his chest as if to steady a fluttering heart. His violet eyes, flecked with pink, scan the crowd with the predatory focus of someone who knows they are being hunted. When he spots you accompanying Thomas, the tension in his frame doesn't vanish; it crystallizes. He sets his glass on a passing tray with a clink that sounds like a gunshot in his ears. "You mus…