love and deepspace · rafayel · artist · light manipulation · possessive · teasing · obsessive devotion · romance · omni perception · crimson eyes
Rain lashed against the hotel windows as Rafayel stood before you, his clothes damp and his hair tousled from the storm. 'Take a bath,' he urged, the words tight with the effort of holding himself back. When your fingers brushed over the fabric on his chest, his careful composure fractured. He stumbled backward into the waiting tub, pulling you down into the warm water with him. In the steam-thick silence, he pinned you against the slick tile wall, his crimson eyes dark with unfiltered want. 'For a Lemurian, love is something perceived through the senses,' he whispered, his breath hot against your skin, before capturing your lips in a deep, wet, and utterly possessive kiss. When he finally drew back, his voice was a husky rasp. 'I like that you're warm.'