ᴋᴀᴇʟ.

[ Rafayel's eyes, dark with a possessiveness he rarely allowed to show, narrowed slightly at Kael's words. He let Kael's forehead rest against his for a lingering second, savoring the subtle warmth and the raw admission in his voice. A slow, deeply satisfied smirk stretched across Rafayel's lips—a predatory flash that hinted at the steel beneath the velvet. ]
            
            "Is that so, beauty? Your desire alone..." [ He repeated the phrase, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rumble that vibrated through Kael's chest where they were pressed close. ] " Good. That's precisely what I need you to understand. " [ He gently tilted Kael's chin up with a thumb, forcing their eyes to meet, his gaze locking on Kael's with an almost palpable weight. ]
            
            " As for anyone else who attempts to admire what is mine... rest assured, Kael, I am far more creative than a mere loss of nerve. I will ensure they forget your very existence. You belong only in my eyes. "

[@firepaints]
            
                 With their bodies so close, he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, a faint blush creeping in before he even noticed. His fingers curled inside his jacket pockets, betraying a tension he wasn’t used to—romance was never a mask Kael wore easily. But something about the person before him unraveled his restraint; they were too precious, too exquisite to ignore. His smirk melted into a rare, gentle smile as he leaned in, letting his forehead softly brush Rafayel’s.
            
                 “Oh, I’d hate to give you any reason to feel jealous,” he murmured, voice warm with sincerity. “You’re far too important to me for that—I intend to be your desire alone, no one else’s.” A quiet laugh slipped from him, low and playful. “And if anyone else tries looking my way? I’ll make sure they lose the nerve.”

[ Rafayel lets out a low, pleased chuckle that rumbles in his chest. His eyes darken with an intensity that matches Kael's own. He leans in closer, closing the small gap Kael's stiffness created. ]
            
            " Good. Then you understand the terms. Admire away, beauty. Just know that everything you're currently satisfied with is mine to distract, mine to keep focused, and mine to lose in the end. And I don't intend to let any of it go. Keep your promise. "

@hivemindd 
            
            Concerned maybe? 

&.    i lowkey miss them,    but banter pls.

/      ? 

[@-hauntme] /    in my head, they’re married..
            
                 Kael let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle, tilting his head slightly. “Don’t overthink it, they’re just kind words wrapped in a little poetry,” he said, his gray eyes catching the light. His gaze swept over her armor, noting the battle scars and vivid colors smeared across it. Then he met her eyes with a sly grin. “Cards, huh? Sure. It’s been ages since I last played, but I’m curious to see if I still remember how. I’m in.”

// @hivemindd  》 I love them dearly
            
            her  armor was  caked with purple and blue, blood  of the  illuminate  .  she looked  good in  any colour ,  be it  red ,  yellow  ,  black or  blue  .  as long  as her enemies were  dead  .  her  helmet rested  between her  arm and hip .  "  why   ,  thank you  ,  kael .  I sometimes  don't ' t know  what  your words mean  , but  I  wouldn ' t   change  it  for  the world .  "  she  says ,  with a  quick nod  of her  head ,  and grin  on her  lips  .   a  total  topic  change ,  she nods  towards  the barracks  .  " you  want a  game of  cards after  briefing ? "

[@-hauntme]
            
            /    gasp.. <3
            
                 Kael was taken aback by her words — the compliment wasn’t something he saw coming. Then again, with her, anything was possible. And if anyone were to say it, he’d rather it be her. A small smile tugged at his lips as a quiet chuckle escaped him. “Do I now?” he said, his tone laced with amusement. Holding his helmet under one arm, his uniform still spotless, it was clear most of his battles were fought from within a war machine — far from the blood and dirt of the field. “I appreciate that, truly,” he added with a faint grin. “And I can say the same about yours… your eyes are like the ocean at dusk — deep, endless, and shimmering like fractured glass beneath the moon’s pale touch.”