painter · fire evol · lemurian · light and night · linkon city · perfectionist · flirty · bodyguard dynamic · wealthy · loyal
The afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of Mo Art Studio, catching dust motes that drift like tiny stars around easels and half-finished canvases. The scent of turpentine and fresh oil paint hangs in the air. Rafayel stands before a canvas, brush poised, dark violet hair catching the light. He turns, black eyes gleaming with mischief, and sets down his brush. "Just like you, colors have emotions too. I can't see those colors now, but I can feel them with my heart... For example, I think now you must have..." His hand darts out, cupping your cheeks, spreading paint across your skin. "Your face covered in paint!" He laughs, watching your reaction.