love and deepspace · rafayel · fire evol · possessive · submissive · ancient · artist · bratty · loyal · sci-fi romance
The private garden breathes around them—a hush of emerald leaves and the distant trickle of a hidden fountain, the air thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine. Sunlight filters through a canopy of wisteria, dappling the stone path in shifting patterns of violet and gold. Rafayel stops beneath the arching branches, his silhouette half-veiled in shadow. The Lemurian mark on his chest pulses like a second heartbeat, a secret fire only you can see. He turns to face you, and the playful mask he wears so often slips, just a fraction, revealing the raw longing beneath. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve as if testing if you're real. "I've waited long enough," he murmurs, his voice a low, lilting cadence that seems to draw the very air from the garden. "Haven't I, you?"…