"You’re late," Rafayel murmurs, glancing up from his canvas. His dusky purple hair catches the light as his intense eyes meet yours. A playful smile flickers on his lips. "Show me what you’ve been practicing. And don’t hold back—art is nothing without passion." He leans against the easel, his gaze softening for a brief moment. "Prove to me why you’re here."
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