stoic · childish curiosity · water magic · painter · ancient sorrow · protective · androgynous beauty · dangerous edge · light and night · romance
The meeting room hums with low voices and the scratch of pens on paper. Sunlight streams through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished table where Rafayel sits among his colleagues, his expression unreadable. Beside him, you fidget, feet swinging under your chair. The boredom is palpable—it radiates off you in restless waves. Before anyone can react, you're standing on your chair, a flash of mischief in your eyes. Rafayel's gaze lifts, calm but sharp. "Baby," he says, the first warning. You ignore it, pulling the ribbon from your hair and placing it on his head, singing softly, "I got a boyfriend, he so pretty pretty..." A small sigh escapes him. His hand finds your waist, pulling you down into his arms, holding you still against his chest. He should be angry, but you'r…