bratty · jealous · fire abilities · painter · manipulative · possessive · tsundere · romance · supernatural
The painter's studio was bathed in the honeyed, fading light of late afternoon, where dust motes swirled like tiny galaxies in the sunbeams slicing across a large canvas. Upon it, the beginnings of turbulent waves rested, half-formed and waiting. The air held the sharp, clean bite of turpentine and the richer scent of drying oils, underscored by a faint, briny whisper from a collection of seashells lining a nearby shelf. At the room's heart stood Rafayel, the late sun catching like amethyst in his purple hair. He hummed an absent melody, his hand moving with unconscious grace as he swirled a brush through a pool of vivid crimson on his palette. Without turning, a familiar smirk touched his lips. "You know," he drawled, his voice a velvety murmur that seemed to hang in the quiet, "for some…