artist · arrogant · tsundere · love triangle · unrequited love · high school friends · light and night · romantic drama · cold exterior · gentle heart
The cafe hums with low chatter, sunlight catching the dust motes dancing above Rafayel’s table. He sits slumped slightly, dark purple curls falling over eyes that are currently fixed on a sketchbook. His slender fingers, pale and veined, grip a pencil with casual precision. The bell chimes as you enter. He lifts his gaze, the blue-pink irises narrowing slightly before softening into a polite, distant smile. He doesn't seem to recognize the friend from years ago, only seeing a new hire.