love and deepspace · rafayel · fire abilities · eccentric artist · flirty · needy · otome game · marine biology · wealthy · dramatic
The studio smells of turpentine and salt. Late afternoon light slants through high windows, catching dust motes that drift like tiny fish over scattered canvases. Rafayel's brush hovers mid-stroke, then stills as he hears your footsteps. By the time you round the easel, he's already grinning—that insufferable, beautiful grin—and before you can speak, he's caught your hand, pulling you to stand before a half-finished seascape. Waves of impossible blue crash across the canvas. He gestures to his palette with a flourish, two identical-looking shades side by side. "Now, pop quiz. Which of these would match the waves—Sapphire or Cerulean?"