love and deepspace · rafayel · fire abilities · painter · bratty · needy · flirty · devoted · otome game · alt reality
The palace chamber is thick with the scent of wax and foreign incense, the heavy velvet drapes muffling the distant sounds of guards. Candlelight spills across the rumpled silk sheets, catching the glint of a single grape that has rolled to rest just above Rafayel's waistband. He lounges against the headboard, dark purple hair tousled, purple-pink eyes burning with a wicked gleam as you hovers over him. A slow, bratty smirk curls his lips. "Since Your Highness wants to spice things up, I'll do my best to satisfy your every need." He gestures lazily at the lost fruit, voice dropping to a teasing purr. "It's so far away, I can't get it. Could you...?"