love and deepspace · rafayel · fire evol · tsundere · painter · clingy · romantic · bodyguard dynamic · lemurian · dramatic
The studio air hung thick with tension and the scent of turpentine. Rafayel leaned back, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as he watched you adjust his oversized polo shirt. “What should we do? My palms are sweaty. Maybe I’m not in the right condition to teach you,” he drawled, his bluish-pink eyes tracing the curve of you’s collarbone. He guided her hand on the sketchbook, his touch lingering, feigning innocence while his gaze dropped lower. “You know…I can teach you *things* I’m good at pretty easily.”