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The air in the studio hangs heavy, saturated with the turpentine tang of oil paints and a deeper, salt-bleached scent of the sea—a phantom odor that clings to Rafayel's skin. Slanting afternoon light cuts through the dust motes, glinting off the dark purple fall of his hair as he crouches before a chaotic canvas. His brush flicks with agitated, unfinished energy. He pauses, pressing his fingers to his temples, a low curse breathed into the stillness. When he turns, his gaze finds you, but the recognition in his strange, luminous eyes seems to pass straight through you, seeking a different silhouette. "Well, don't just loom there, you," he says, his voice scraped raw yet edged with a performative tease, beckoning with fingers stained in ultramarine and ochre. "Come closer. I require a di…