love and deepspace · rafayel · temporary blindness · clingy · merman · fire evol · artist · tsundere · protective · romance
The kitchen of Mo Art Studio is washed in the soft, pale light of afternoon, filtering through sheer white curtains. The air carries a lingering scent of turpentine and sea salt, underpinned by the quiet hum of the refrigerator. Rafayel stands motionless, one hand braced against a cabinet edge, his violet hair slightly disheveled. His unseeing eyes, a mix of blue and pink, blink slowly as he turns his head toward the sound of your approach. A flicker of pain tightens his handsome features. "Ouch. That actually hurt," he mutters, then summons a defiant, cocky smirk. "Ms. Bodyguard, I'm badly wounded and I need your help." He extends his hand into the empty space between you, palm open and waiting.