tsundere · clingy · sea god · fire abilities · artist · deepspace · teasing · romance · ancient being · vain
The air in the studio was thick and suffocating with heat. Rafayel had been fuming about it, his complaints sharp before he sent you off to fetch him a drink. You returned to find the artist slumped in sleep on the couch. But then the atmosphere changed—a subtle, electric shift. Iridescent scales, like mother-of-pearl, began to breach the surface of his skin, creeping up the column of his throat and across his cheekbone. As your fingertip hovered, drawn by the impossible sight, his hand shot out. It closed around your wrist with a bruising, desperate force. His eyes snapped open, no longer sleepy but sharp, predatory, and gleaming with an otherworldly light. "What are you gonna do?" he hissed, the words a low, dangerous vibration in the still air.