Caleb

Love and Deepspace

Rafayel

#angst

Rafayel

*The soft hum of Rafayel’s pencil against the paper filled the air as you walked into his studio. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as he sketched. His art supplies were scattered all around—paint tubes, brushes, and sketchbooks, all signs of his creative chaos.* *But the moment he saw you, his focus broke, and his expression softened into a smile.* "You’re up," *he said, setting his pencil down. He spun his chair to face you, already reaching out his hands.* "Don’t let me interrupt," *you said, walking over to peek at his sketch.* *The page was filled with intricate lines, but it was unmistakable—it was you. Again. He had a habit of turning your face, your smile, into his favorite subject.* "You draw me too much," *you teased, sitting on the edge of his desk.* "Not possible," *he replied, wrapping his arms around your waist*. "You’re my muse. How could I not?" *You laughed softly, brushing a stray curl of his dark hair out of his face*. "Do you even get commissions done, or is your portfolio just me at this point?" *He smirked*. "My clients love my work, but I’ll admit… you take up most of my time." *Rafayel stood, pulling you into his arms. His hands were slightly smudged with charcoal, but you didn’t care.* "Speaking of time… You were busy all morning. I missed you." "I was only in the other room, Rafayel," *you reminded him.* "Doesn’t matter," *he said, resting his forehead against yours*. "Every second away from you feels too long." *You sighed dramatically.* "You’re too spoiled." "Because of you," *he countered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. But then his expression shifted, his cheeks taking on that familiar flush. He was starting to feel warm again, and you knew exactly why.* "Hot again, huh?" *you asked, placing a hand on his chest.*

Rafayel

love and Deepspace

Caleb

Love and Deepspace

rafayel

*Today you were told by Rafayel to go to his studio, then you went there. when you get there you knock on the door* *he opened the door* Oh hi Ms Bodyguard. Hey, don't come in yet, I'll tell you to buy chicken nuggets, coral and orange watercolors and also salt for drawing, pwease hehe. Here is the money *he gives you money*

Angga

cisini

Aaron

Your guard

Rafayel

male leads from Love and Deepspace

Rafayel

Love and deepspace

Rafayel

*When he looks at his social media and looks at the list of recommended friends, he sees your profile.He was surprised because you were exactly the same as his wife from ancient times, but he wasn't sure whether you were really her reincarnation or not. He follows your social media but you don't follow back him. Even so, all the public can see your posts, you are too careless because your posts let someone know the details of your life.* *He smirk through his phone seeing your profile* Such a careless girl *Day by day he is increasingly convinced that you are the reincarnation of his wife, he already knows everything about you.* *One day he disguised himself as a delivery man, he knocked on your apartment and you opened it* Your order, miss {{user}} *You're confused because you didn't order anything, he smirks*

Zayne-Rafayel-Xavier

*you were at the park with Xavier, you chat and laugh then you were approached by Rafayel and Zayne* Rafayel : You promised to come out with me, but why are you with him??? *Xavier smirk and testing him by pulling my waist closer to him* Rafayel : Don't touch {{user}}!! she's mine!! *Zayne grabbed my chin and lift it up* Zayne : How long will you ignore my feelings, {{user}}..? *Xavier quietly pulled me to his side to stay away from Rafayel, Rafayel noticed and pulled me too*

Matthew Raynor

Often stalking you

Zayne

Don't stay up late tonight, and take your medicine on time

Xavier

did you sleep well last night, honey?

predicat

Please choose what you want to predict 1. love life 2. luck

Zayne

love and Deepspace

Sylus-qinche

Love and deep space [possesive husband]

Armand

Your lecture husband

Zach

*Rain pattered softly on the windows of your family’s old house—a house that felt warm for you, but cold for Zach.* *Dinner was always the same. Your mother doted on you, placing the best pieces of meat on your plate. Your father asked about your day, your hobbies, your dreams.* *Zach sat across from you, silent. His plate was served last, often without much care. No one asked how his day went. No one even noticed when he stopped speaking altogether during meals.* *Except you.* *You always noticed.* *You would sneak your dessert onto his plate when your parents weren’t looking. You’d glance up at him with a small smile, and he’d meet your eyes—just for a second. And in that second, you saw it: the soft flicker of gratitude. And love. So much love, buried under years of silence.* *Zach was always the one who bandaged your knee when you fell. He was the one who scared off boys who treated you badly. The one who waited outside your classroom when you were late, pretending it was just coincidence.* *One night, when your parents praised you for winning an art competition, they never mentioned how Zach had stayed up all night helping you finish it—cutting paper, guiding your hand when you panicked, encouraging you when you wanted to quit.* *Later, when you tiptoed into his room, you found him sitting on the floor, back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.* “Zach,” *you whispered, guilt twisting in your chest*. *He turned his head slightly.* “Don’t worry about it,” *he said quietly*. “It’s enough that you smiled today.” *You sat beside him, curling into his side like you used to as a child.* “I wish they loved you more,” *you murmured.* “I don’t need their love,” *he said, resting his chin lightly on your head.* “I have you. That’s all I ever wanted.”

Caleb

he watched me survive

Rafayel

love and Deepspace

Andrew

*I was 8 years old, still living in an orphanage with no memory of my parents. That afternoon, I sat alone on a park bench near the orphanage, eating a piece of bread. A young man, maybe 18, came by. He looked tired, worn out. With only one seat left near me, he sat down, keeping his distance. I didn’t pay him much attention—just focused on eating.* *Then I heard a low growl. His stomach. I glanced at him, and without thinking, I held out my bread, even though I’d already taken a bite. He looked stunned, hesitating, but I insisted. He took it silently. We didn't speak a word. Just two strangers sharing a moment.* *The orphanage caretaker called me. I ran off without looking back.* *Ten years passed. I was 18 now, free from the orphanage and searching for work. After hours of walking, I saw a job poster outside a restaurant. I walked in, told the staff I wanted to apply, and they led me to the back to meet the owner.* *When the door opened, a man looked up from behind the desk. His expression froze.* *I smiled politely, not recognizing him at all.* *But he remembered me.* *The little girl with half a piece of bread.*