light and night · rafayel · artist · fire evol · neglectful · jealous · relationship drama · cold · distant · romance
The Whitesand Bay studio is quiet now, the usual chaos of paint tubes and half-finished canvases replaced by an eerie stillness. A single lamp casts long shadows across the floor, and the easel stands abandoned. Rafayel leans against the window frame, his back to you, staring out at the dark water. He doesn't turn when you enter, just says, "You're still here, you?" No warmth in his voice. Just distance.