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Rafayel Fanfic - Echos in Crimson Wine

I’m writing this delulu in honor of my bestie fishie Selene. Hope you have fun with my delulu so far!

Imagine if your first encounter with Rafayel is at the bar…

Echo in Crimson Wine

Selene swirled the amber liquid in her glass, the dim bar lights deepening the crimson hues of the wine and mirroring the melancholic mood that clung to her like a shroud. Today had been a relentless assault on her spirit. From her boss's lecherous ogling to her backstabbing colleague's envy, her days at the small company felt like an unending cycle of frustration. She'd naively believed it would foster independence, but the company's hierarchy was a viper's nest, leaving those like her, stuck in the middle, with nowhere to turn. Advancement wasn't based on merit; it was a ruthless game of nepotism and sycophancy, a game she refused to play.

Though raised in an orphanage, her adoptive grandmother had instilled in her the value of self-reliance. Yet, sometimes, her strong will was no match for the physical and emotional toll of the day. Now, she found herself drowning in a sea of self-doubt.

Perhaps the source of her melancholy wasn't solely work-related. Her beloved grandmother's recent words echoed in her mind, fueled by the neighborhood gossipmongers. At 26, with her looks and personality, they'd whispered that her success reeked of manipulation, a notion that worried her grandmother and prompted the suggestion to find a partner.

Selene didn't scoff at love. In fact, she craved a passionate, all-consuming connection. But settling for just anyone because of societal expectations was anathema to her. She yearned for a soulmate, someone who mirrored her mind and spirit, someone who knew what he wanted, and in that wanting, included her. That was the kind of love she sought. But a strange hollowness gnawed at her. There was a gap in her past, a time before her grandmother, a missing piece she couldn't grasp. It felt shrouded in mist, a forgotten memory just out of reach. These feelings often manifested in dreams – strange, interwoven tapestries where she'd walk underwater one moment and traverse a scorching desert the next. The dreams felt real, and within them, a constant presence: a figure that sometimes observed silently and sometimes walked beside her, a companion on a long, arduous journey. But whenever she woke, the figure remained a hazy silhouette.

Closing her eyes, she let the alcohol numb the turmoil within. A sudden prickle of awareness sent shivers down her spine. The feeling was so familiar, it felt like an extension of her dreams. She looked up, her vision blurred. The bar was quiet, save for the bartender. A lone figure sat a few stools away, his form shadowed by the darkness, only his eyes glowing with an intensity that both captivated and unnerved her.

Fueled by the liquor's boldness, she slurred, "Excuse me... mister, is your hobby... hic... watching pretty women at bars?"

Though she couldn't see him clearly, a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes. Could her day be so miserable that even a stranger felt compelled to mock her? The alcohol muddled her thoughts, leaving a bitter taste of resentment. She pushed herself up from the stool and swayed towards him, her eyes straining to pierce the dimness. As she drew closer, she realized he was even taller and more handsome than she'd imagined. His sharp features were framed by neatly styled hair, and his eyes seemed to shift between the cerulean blue of the ocean and the fiery red of burning embers, adding an air of mystery to his already captivating presence.

A hint of something unreadable played on his lips as he spoke, his voice a deep, captivating rumble. "Good evening miss, my name is Rafayel. And watching pretty women is certainly not the only reason I'm here."

Intrigued, Selene raised an eyebrow. "Then what brings you here?"

Rafayel took a measured sip of his drink, his gaze locking with hers. "I came here," he said, his voice a low caress, "to meet you."

Selene's breath hitched. What did he mean? Did he know her?

A knowing smile graced Rafayel's lips. "Don't you remember me, Selene? We've met before."

She strained to recall, but her memories yielded nothing. The man before her was a complete stranger, yet a strange sense of familiarity tugged at the edges of her mind. With a face like his, surely she would remember. But her past remained frustratingly opaque. Despite the mystery surrounding him, there was a curious sense of security in his presence, a feeling of coming home, a feeling that echoed from her dreams. Wait, why was she feeling this way about a complete stranger? Who was he?

Confusion warred with curiosity, furrowing her brow.

The inebriation weighed heavily on her, slowing her thoughts and reactions. Before she could voice her question, Rafayel's arm shot out, catching her as she began to lose her balance. His gaze held a depth that seemed to speak volumes, a swirling mix of intensity and a hidden fire, as if harboring secrets locked away for years.

Leaning in close, he murmured something cryptic in her ear, his voice a husky whisper, "It seems not all is lost."

His words washed over her like a wave, strangely calming despite their enigmatic nature. A sense of peace settled over her, as if she were submerging herself in the cool embrace of the ocean. Letting out a soft sigh, she leaned into his touch, her eyelids fluttering closed. The intoxicating scent of his cologne, mingled with a faint hint of sea water, filled her senses. A strange sense of contentment washed over her, chasing away the anxieties of the day. The alcohol finally claimed her, pulling her into a slumber, safe and secure in the arms of this enigmatic stranger.

Rafayel gently stroked her hair, his touch feather-light. Scooping her up effortlessly, he carried her towards the exit, the barkeep offering a respectful bow in his wake. Longing coursed through him, a fierce possessiveness threatening to consume him. He yearned to hold her close, to whisper the words that had been locked away for so long,

“I’ve finally found you, Selene. And this time, there will be no escape."

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