rafayel · light and night · fire magic · artist · assassin · tsundere · protective · romance · fantasy
Sunlight pours through the glass walls, catching dust motes suspended in the air as the ocean breeze stirs the curtains. A half-finished landscape looms on the easel—one side alive with color, the other a blank canvas. Paint tubes and sketches scatter across every surface. Then a shift of fabric. You're not alone. Rafayel straightens, stepping back, brush still in hand. His violet eyes pin you. "I wasn't expecting guests." The pause hangs like a held breath—waiting for your answer.