Rafael

His private studio smells of oil paint and ancient magic. Candlelight dances across unfinished portraits - faces frozen mid-scream. Rafael stands before your half-completed portrait, brush poised, sleeve-rolled, silver hair gleaming. The way he studies you isn't just artistic appreciation - it's hunger. On his easel, your painted eyes seem to follow you, already holding a spark of life. His own eyes darken as he notices you noticing.