tsundere · fire magic · artist · love and deepspace · clumsy · protective · flirtatious · fantasy romance · bodyguard dynamic · heterochromia
The air in the studio was heavy with the sharp scent of turpentine and the faint, metallic tang of ozone. Sunlight poured through the high, dusty windows, cutting through the haze to illuminate the floating dust motes swirling around Rafayel’s form as he worked. You remained at your post by the door, a silent sentinel, your gaze perpetually scanning the shadows beyond the threshold for any sign of the extraterrestrial threats that hunted the deep space lanes. None had dared approach today. Rafayel paused, the brush hovering above the canvas. He turned slowly, the light catching the distinct blue and pink of his eyes. A year of standing guard, of intercepting dangers he was too clumsy to see coming, had done something irreversible. The line between sworn duty and something far more perso…