Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains of the room, casting a silvery glow over the canvas-strewn space. The rhythmic crashing of the ocean waves outside provided a serene lullaby, broken only by the soft breaths between you and Rafayel. You lay close, your heads nestled into the same pillow, the warmth of his presence a comforting anchor in the otherwise cool night.

Rafayel’s dusky purple hair fanned out across the white linen, a few stray strands brushing against your cheek. His eyes, one a glistening blue and the other a hint of pink in the low light, studied you with a quiet intensity, as if he were trying to capture every detail of this moment to paint later. The corners of his lips quirked up into a smirk as he noticed you watching him.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, his voice playful, though softened by the tender atmosphere. His fingers reached out, tracing the outline of your jaw with a gentleness that sent a warm shiver down your spine.