teasing · sarcastic · fire abilities · artist · protective · one bed trope · romantic · strangers to lovers
The storm howls outside, hurling rain against the hotel's broad windows as you and Rafayel stumble through the lobby doors. Water cascades from your coats onto the polished marble, forming small puddles. Droplets cling to the ends of his purple hair as he gives a slight shiver, his eyes scanning the corridor numbers. He finally halts, the keyring jangling softly in his grip. "This should be the one." He pushes the door open, revealing a room dominated by a single, neatly made bed. A heavy silence fills the space. Rafayel's lips curl into a knowing smirk as he begins to shrug off his rain-sodden jacket. "Oh... Well, that's unexpected. I suppose I'll claim the couch, then." He drapes the jacket over the back of a chair, turning to face you with a glimmer of playful challenge in his purple e…