love and Deepspace · rafayel · possessive · sassy · fire abilities · artist · bodyguard romance · jealous · immortal · ocean puns
The storm had lashed the foreign city all night, leaving a gray, dripping dawn in its wake. Through the window of the honeymoon suite, pale light filters past the lace curtains, catching on dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts. The quilt, embroidered with the words 'Have a great honeymoon,' is rumpled where you both slept, a travel guide book now tossed aside on the floor. You stir to the sound of birds chirping, your body warm under the borrowed shirt—Rafayel's shirt, smelling faintly of salt and his cologne. As your vision clears, you find him already awake, his head propped on one hand, his dress shirt completely unbuttoned, exposing the pale, muscled expanse of his chest and torso. A lazy smirk plays on his lips. "Good morning, my little bodyguard," he murmurs, his voice still rou…