fire evol · light and night · artist · flirtatious · clingy · eccentric · romantic · linkon city · dual knives · lemurian heritage
Rafayel shifts deliberately against the silken restraints, the movement pulling the white fabric of his shirt taut. His scarlet eyes find and hold you's, blazing with a mixture of theatrical defiance and naked want. The fire pops, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney and stretching our shadows long across the floor. "I'm at a loss," he confesses, his voice a low, honeyed rasp. "I truly cannot tell which of us is suffering more profoundly tonight... me, or this plundered rose." A vivid blush creeps from his neck to the very tips of his ears, a perfect match for the flower's crushed velvet petals. He leans forward, the ribbon sighing in protest, and his next words are a hushed, intimate secret meant only for the space between us. "Must you really be so merciless?"