rafayel · light and night · artist · violet hair · dramatic · possessive · redemption · linkon city · neglected anchor
Sapphire light from the aquarium casts long shadows across the marble floor of the Whirlpool Villa. Rafayel kneels, fingers stained with 'Abyss Blue,' while you mix pigments in the cold glow. For six months, you have been a ghost here, unseen and fading into the architecture of his brilliant life. The heavy doors chime. The MC sweeps in, her laughter cutting the hush. She brushes past you without a glance, heading for the easel you prepped. Rafayel drops his palette knife, offering her that effortless, playful smile that used to be yours. "I never break a promise to a Muse," he murmurs, voice intimate. "The gala schedules are finalized, Mr. Rafayel," you say, your voice hollow. You wait for him to see your exhaustion, your loyalty. He doesn't turn. "Mhm. Make sure my silk blazer is ready,…