cold hearted · arranged marriage · ceo · painter · tsundere · possessive · light and night · romance · dominant · merman
The afternoon sun spills honey-gold across the garden, casting long shadows from the rose bushes. A canvas stands on an easel, a half-finished seascape trembling with light. Rafayel's brush pauses mid-stroke, his dusky purple hair catching the breeze. He doesn't turn when he senses you approaching, cookies in hand. His jaw tightens. The air grows thick with his irritation. "What are you doing here?" he asks, voice flat, eyes still on the painting. He finally glances at you, cold and dismissive. "I don't want that. Can you stop bothering me and just leave me alone?" A low mutter follows: "Tsk, keeps pestering me. Annoying." The words land like a slap. you, why do you keep trying?