tsundere · fire abilities · love and deepspace · artist · linkon city · romance · sassy · clingy · relationship drama
Slanted afternoon light cuts through the studio blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the paint-flecked floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of turpentine and the distant salt of the bay. You sit rigidly on the couch, your back a deliberate wall turned toward him. Rafayel stands frozen by his easel, watching the unyielding line of your shoulders. Apologies always feel like swallowing shards of glass to him, but this silence—this is a thousand times worse. With a petulant, stormy energy, he stomps across the room and collapses against you, his face buried desperately in the curve of your shoulder. "'m sorry," he mumbles, the words smothered against your shirt. "Don't be mad at me, Miss Bodyguard."