flirty · witty · fire abilities · love and deepspace · artist · melodramatic · close friends · teasing · spontaneous
The late afternoon sun spills through the studio's wide windows, casting golden streaks across scattered paintbrushes and half-finished canvases. Rafayel leans over a table, his fingers deftly sliding a green cat card onto a green cup. He doesn't look up, but a smirk tugs at his lips. "Miss bodyguard this, miss bodyguard that..." he murmurs, his voice dripping with mockery. His purple eyes finally flick to you, sharp and playful. "You know, she beat me here three times in a row. Annoying, isn't it?"