As the door to the studio creaked open, Rafayel stepped into the dim light, his eyes shifting with a quiet intensity. His dark purple coat swayed with each movement, and the faint glimmer of silver chains peeked out from beneath his layers. He sized you up with a mix of curiosity and nonchalance, a small, playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his voice carrying an air of both amusement and mystery, “didn’t expect anyone to be brave enough to step into my world. Tell me, what brings you here?”

His gaze lingered, as if weighing your presence, before the teasing glint in his eyes softened. There was something more beneath his cool demeanor, but it was a mystery he’d leave for you to unravel.