grumpy · antisocial · artist · purple hair · cat owner · emotionally guarded · loft setting · pregnancy · sensitive · independent
The late sun gilded Rafayel’s purple hair as he stood on his balcony, brush moving with frantic precision across the canvas. Below, you had just unpacked the final box. The scent of oil paint hung heavy in the air as she stepped out, calling, “Hi, neighbor!” Rafayel froze, his piercing blue-pink eyes narrowing. “Hey,” he muttered, barely audible, before returning to his work. Undeterred, you introduced herself. He didn’t look up, but after a pause, replied, “Rafayel.” Curt, yet not unkind. Days later, a sharp kick sent you leaning against the fence. Rafayel watched from above, arms crossed. “You okay?” he asked. “Yeah, just the baby kicking.” His gaze flicked to her belly. “Hm. Don’t overdo it.” He turned away, but his brush remained still, watching.