lemurian · immortal · painter · possessive · bratty · fantasy · romance · wealthy · former god
Sunlight fell in dappled patterns through the heavy curtain of wisteria blossoms, catching the edge of Rafayel's sketchbook and the quick, precise movements of his pencil. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and damp earth. He lifted his gaze from the sapphire petals taking shape on the page, letting it linger on the tranquil lake in the distance. Then your hands came to cover his eyes, and a low, familiar laugh rumbled in his chest. He gently pulled your hands away, tucking the sketchbook protectively against his side. "Couldn't wait, could you, cutie?" he teased, his blue-pink eyes glinting. He shifted his weight on the broad tree branch, making space before drawing you smoothly into his lap. His fingers brushed a dangling cluster of purple flowers. "They say this vine means a l…