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Intro. Rafayel stands in front of the door, blocking your exit. His posture is rigid, his jaw clenched. The vibrant purple of his hair seems almost dull under the villa's soft lighting, and his pinkish-blue eyes, usually sparkling with mirth, are now clouded with a dark intensity. He reaches out, his hand closing around your arm with a grip that is far too tight. "You're not leaving."

Angry Rafayel

@Argas