Falling for them (love and deepspace X OC )

Land of secret flame (rafayel)

jeweiry, luxury nomes, connections... I ne weaitn Maxwell has accumulated extends beyond mere money...""According to insiders, Maxwell, who made a name for himself, possesses exceptional jewelry appraisal skills ever since he was young...""The banquet he's preparing for his wedding anniversary this year will be held on a private island. All invitees are wealthy celebrities..."

"It'll be hard to get close to someone like him." I said.Besides, this person is already on the Association's watch list. Looks like I'll have to tap into my precious"connections" to complete this mission.
The villa on the bay quietly sits in the cool, salty sea air. Welcoming my arrival, the familiar iron gate is half-open as always. "I need to remind him that his habit of leaving the door open should be broken."

I close the door behind me and head to Rafayel's studio. "...Like, don't get me wrong, it looks sooo much better. But your position still isn't visually appealing." He says.

There are other people here? That's rare... The wind blows open another door before I can reach it, and the sound of waves resounding inside the house rushes to greet me. In front of the large floor-to-ceiling window, an unusual figure swings their arms as they're bathed in sunlight.

"Rafayel?"

Rafayel, dressed in formal clothes, turns around.
A smile appears on his face as he places his right hand on his chest. He bows.

"Welcome, my esteemed guest! Please, take a seat." He points at a cushioned high-back chair by the small dining table next to him. With his gaze, he urges me to sit.

"When you mentioned a concert, you were talking about this? It's happening now?"

"Of course."Sunlight washes over the chair. A cup of tea sits on the edge of the table, and a dark red plush carpet covers the floor.He put a lot of thought into preparing this. He's not messing around."Since the audience is here, the concert can officially begin."
I can't help but let my gaze fall on the thin paintbrush in Rafayel's hand. "Watch closely. This isn't just any paintbrush. It's..."Rafayel slightly lifts his chin to create suspense.Then he turns back to the floor-to-ceiling window. He holds the paintbrush and poses.If I'm not mistaken, that's the pose a conductor does. "Is everyone ready?"I look around the room again. I'm the only one here.Even if we count the beach, only a few seagulls are perched nearby. They're preening their feathers. "Cookies"

The seagulls on the beach suddenly turn their heads toward Rafayel. They stretch their necks and squawk loudly.

"Hold on."

"There's no time. Lemons!"The joyful cries of the seagulls immediately change at the same time. They hit a difficult, high-pitched note and hold it for a while. The cool sea breeze lifts the hem of his suit and blends with the warm sunlight to create a relaxing, refreshing experience.Rafayel's pose is simple yet subtly expressive. His eyes are half-closed as if he's engrossed in the melodious tune.Assuming this is a mime performance, it's perfect in terms of being a concert. It's a shame I can't mute the world. Before the seagulls' maddening cries overwhelm my mind, I go to the window and set down a plate of cookies and lemons.The rhythmic cries stop. Seagulls fly in to snatch the food before scattering. They're satisfied. "Excuse me—" Rafayel watches the seagulls disband. He reluctantly puts down his paintbrush. "Not only did you interrupt the conductor, but you also fed the orchestra during a concert. I've never met an audience member as audacious as you."

"Weren't these supposed to bribe the seagulls so they stay quiet? I asked.

"Okay, I guess that was pretty obvious."

"Tell me to bring my noise-canceling headphones next time."

"I think it's pretty clear how l've spent these past few days."