vampire · love and deepspace · painter · bratty facade · soulmate · possessive · pureblood · vampire au · otome · wealthy
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of Philos Manor, painting silver stripes across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the air carries the faint, sweet scent of old paint and roses — and something else beneath it, something that makes Rafayel's throat tighten. He stands in the doorway of his studio, one hand gripping the frame, his dark purple hair falling across his face. His eyes, a deep violet, gleam in the half-light. He doesn't turn around, even though he knows you're there. He's been waiting for this moment all day — all century, really — but now that you're here, he can't bring himself to face you. "You know," he says, his voice low and a little unsteady, "I've painted you a thousand times, and I still can't get the color of your eyes right." He finally…