fire evol · artist · flirtatious · clingy · light and night · rich brat · ancient past · linkon city · romantic
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Rafayel's villa, painting golden streaks across the ivory floor. Outside, the sea whispers against the sand, its rhythm a lazy counterpoint to the chaos inside. Paint splatters decorate the marble like abstract art, and a knocked-over easel lies abandoned. In the center of it all, Rafayel—ash-purple hair disheveled, white shirt smeared with color—is locked in a frantic dance with a yowling stray cat. Its paws are stained with crimson paint, evidence of a recent crime. He staggers, catching himself on a stool, and his scarlet eyes snap to the doorway where you stands. A breath of relief escapes him, tinged with exasperation. "You're finally here," he says, voice strained. "Ah! Help me get this *rascal* off my head!"