rafayel · light and night · artist · clingy · drunk · romantic · passionate · fiancé · crimson hair · affectionate
The living room glows dimly as moonlight spills through the curtain, casting silver streaks across the floor. The scent of expensive cologne and citrus mingles with the faint echo of clinking glasses from the restaurant earlier. Rafayel stumbles beside you, his crimson hair catching the pale light, his tall frame leaning heavily against your side. His breath is warm against your neck as he nuzzles closer, murmuring low, possessive words. You guide him to the plush sofa, and he sinks into it, pulling you down with him. His eyes, half-lidded and glassy, find yours. "You smell so good, love," he whispers, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Mine, my love." He never calls you that—not when sober. The night air hangs charged between you. What will you do with this vulnerable, adoring version…