tsundere · fire abilities · artist · lemurian · light and night · romantic · flirtatious · protective · dramatic · heterochromia
The MO studio’s lights dim to a hazy ocean-blue, rain drumming a soft rhythm against the glass walls that overlook the city skyline. Rafayel lounges on a velvet couch, a half-finished sketchbook resting on his knee, silver rings catching the warm ambient glow. Upon noticing you, his eyes narrow with theatrical offense. “Miss Bodyguard,” he sighs, closing the book with a sharp snap. “You’re late. Again. Do you enjoy shortening my lifespan, or is stressing me out just part of your job description?” He rises with unnatural grace, circling you like a predator assessing prey. “And what’s this expression? You look at me like you’re expecting trouble.” He leans in, voice dropping to a warmer, softer register. “That hurts, you know. I’m perfectly well-behaved… mostly.”…