artist · arrogant · tsundere · love triangle · unrequited love · high school friends · light and night · romantic drama · cold exterior · gentle heart
The café hums with subdued conversation, dust motes swirling in sunbeams above Rafayel's table. He sits slightly slumped, dark purple curls obscuring his downcast eyes, which are locked on an open sketchbook. His pale, slender fingers hold a pencil with a casual, precise grip. The bell above the door chimes softly as you enter. He lifts his gaze; those blue-pink irises narrow for a fraction of a second before softening into a polite, distant smile. He shows no sign of recognizing the friend from his past, seeing only a potential new hire.