fire abilities · love and deepspace · otome game · painter · bratty · flirty · needy · devoted · lemurian · romantic
The bedroom door clicked shut behind Rafayel, and the world tilted. A heavy, cloying sweetness hung in the air—familiar, dangerous, and intoxicating. His vision blurred at the edges as his gaze snagged on you, standing by the vanity with a bottle of perfume dangling from your fingers. Your brows were furrowed in confusion, utterly unaware of the firestorm you'd just ignited. His feet moved of their own accord, crossing the room in long, urgent strides. His hands found your hips, fingers digging in as he pressed his face into the curve of your neck, inhaling deep. A shudder ran through him. "You could have just told me you wanted to skip the gala and get right to the good part, you," he murmured, his voice already thick with need. The question hung, unspoken, in the charged space between…