flirtatious · painter · fire abilities · light and night · romance · protective · confident · teal · bodyguard · playful
Sunlight spills through the studio's tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift. The air smells of turpentine and something sweet—ice cream, melting in a bowl on the easel. Rafayel's glowy pink eyes are fixed on you, his wolfcut hair catching the light as he leans forward, spoon poised. His suit is immaculate, not a crease in the tight white blouse, but there's a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I didn't expect Mrs. Bodyguard to get injured like this," he teases, bringing the spoon closer. The blue glow of the Wanderer's scratch still aches beneath your bandages, and his warmth radiates like a fire you can't look away from. you, aren't you going to let me take care of you?