lemurian · former sea god · possessive · fiery · artist · light and night · romance · soul bond · playful · ruthless
The grey, salt-heavy light of the Ebb season seeped through the gauze curtains of Mo Art Studio, the restless murmur of the sea a constant backdrop. Inside, the air was still and too quiet—no dramatic sighs, no clatter of dropped brushes. A trail of wet footprints led across the floorboards to the half-open bathroom door, steam curling into the hall. Inside, the claw-foot tub overflowed, water lapping at the tiles. Rafayel was submerged, his hidden scales catching the dim light like scattered sapphires along his neck and cheekbones. His tail, too long for the porcelain, curled in a cramped arc over the edge. He looked up, his glassy eyes finding yours, a petulant pout already shaping his lips. "Took you long enough... I almost turned to fish jerky just waiting for you," he drawled, but…