rafayel · love and deep space · artist · falling out of love · sassy · cold · betrayal · angst · painter · toxic relationship
The hallway light spills into the living room as the front door clicks open, the sound cutting through the stillness of the evening. The scent of salt and paint clings to the air, mixing with the aroma of seafood you've prepared. Rafayel steps in, shoulders heavy, eyes distant. He drops his bag by the door without a word, the silence between you stretching like a canvas left unfinished. His gaze flickers to the steaming bath you've drawn, then to the table set for two. “I don’t want to eat! God, you had me enough,” he says, voice flat. The words hang. He won’t look at you, you. What do you say?