His Heaven 1. At Auction

The auction hall glowed under soft golden lights, murmurs of old money and new power filling the air like perfume. Crystal glasses clinked faintly with champagne, and the walls were lined with high-security frames displaying pieces worth small fortunes.

A Man stood near the back, an island of composed stillness in a sea of curated chaos. The tailored black suit clung to his tall frame like armor. CEO of one of the world’s most powerful conglomerates, he was known for his ruthless efficiency, brutal business acumen, and a cold demeanor that had earned him the nickname “The Phantom Wolf” in tabloids.

He hated public events like this. But there was one piece he wanted. A painting—untitled, unsigned, but unmistakably valuable. Raw, emotional strokes. Broken color. He didn’t need it for the money—it simply spoke to something buried deep inside him, something he didn’t name

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

**saw someone**

She wasn’t dressed like the others. No glittering gown, no calculated allure. She wore an oversized coat, a simple high ponytail, and thick-rimmed glasses that seemed too large for her face. She wandered the gallery like she didn’t belong—but didn’t care either. She paused in front of one sculpture tucked into the far corner, its bronze limbs bent in torment

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

**He watched her lips move** (Speaking to the sculpture?)

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

**Curiously he stepped closer, silent as a shadow**

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

You poor thing ☹️**she whispered to the sculpture, her voice laced with empathy**

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

They’ve trapped you under these lights like a zoo animal

He hadn’t expected to hear something so strange—and oddly poetic—at an event like this

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

**His Eyebrow's lifted**

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

Do you always talk to inanimate objects?

His voice was quiet, rich, laced with cool amusement.

She turned slightly, surprised but not embarrassed. Her eyes met his—curious, intelligent, completely unbothered

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

Only the lonely ones

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

They deserve better company than the people here.

Rafael stared. Not at her appearance, but her presence. There was no fake polish, no calculated charm. Just authenticity. Something so rare in his world, it felt almost jarring.

Most people wilted beneath his gaze or tried to impress him. She did neither

He could’ve said something clever. Instead, he stood silently, his mask unshifting

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

Intresting perspective **Neutral voice**

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

Thanks**she replied, turning her attention back to the sculpture**

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

You are?

He didn’t answer. That strange pull in his chest—foreign and unwelcome—tightened slightly. Instead, he nodded once, then walked away, disappearing into the crowd

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

**watched him go with tilted face**

Something about him felt...off. Controlled. Too perfect on the outside, too silent inside. Like a character she hadn’t written yet.

She smiled to herself and turned back to the sculpture, unaware that she’d just rattled the untouchable Rafael Blackwood

Rafael returned to his private lounge balcony overlooking the floor. He slipped a hand into his pocket, thumb brushing the cool silver of his watch. It was an unconscious habit—one he only did when he was unsettled.

The girl hadn’t recognized him. That was rare. Even rarer? He hadn’t felt bored in her presence. There was something refreshing about her. Like walking into a quiet storm

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

**standing lazily leaning against window**

After pondering sometime, he called his assistant

Rafeal Blackwood/Ml

Find out about her

That's it, no more word only command. His assistant understood him and start investigate about the girl

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Later, when the winning bid for the abstract painting was announced—under the anonymous name BlackwoodCorp

Lorraine Winifred/Fl

**Lifted an eyebrow, impressed**

She didn’t know that the man who had quietly captured her attention had just bought the painting for ten times its value, and was still thinking about the girl in the oversized coat who whispered to bronze statues.

And Rafael? He’d went away with a half-smile no one would ever see. Not because of the painting

Because of her

Adams/Ml assistant

**Eye blink in surprise**

Adams/Ml assistant

(Did sir just smile ?)

Adams/Ml assistant

(Is it because of that girl?)

Adams/Ml assistant

*Lip curl into smile*

Adams/Ml assistant

(I should inform Elder master about this)

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Rafeal Blackwood 28 yrs old

Profession: CEO of Blackwood International, a powerful multinational conglomerate dealing in tech, defense, luxury, and media. Known for building empires and crushing competitors, Rafael is both feared and admired across boardrooms worldwide. Personality: Cold, enigmatic, and hyper-intelligent. Rafael is a man who lives behind a polished mask—calculating and composed in every move. He trusts very few, prefers silence over small talk, and exudes an intimidating charisma. His emotions are deeply buried, and he controls every aspect of his life with brutal precision. But under the ice is a man haunted by loneliness, obsession, and a yearning for something genuine. Likes: Abstract, emotionally raw art, Midnight drives in complete silence, Precision, efficiency, and order, People who don’t try to impress him, Psychological thrillers and old noir films Dislikes:Pretentiousness and flattery, Public attention, Being touched without consent, Being emotionally vulnerable

Lorraine Winifred 23 yrs old

Profession: A secretive best-selling writer and top-earning comic artist under the pseudonym Rae Win. Known for her dark, layered storytelling and breathtaking visual art, her work blends psychological realism with fantasy. Despite her fame online, her real identity is a well-kept secret. Personality: Creative, witty, and quietly rebellious. Lorraine is a curious soul with a vivid imagination and a deep empathy for broken things. She doesn’t fit into conventional spaces and doesn’t try to. While she’s socially charming when needed, she often prefers solitude and gets easily overwhelmed by crowds. She hides her success behind a low-key lifestyle and tends to keep people at arm’s length. Likes: Art galleries and hidden museums Rainy days with black coffee and sketchbooks Unfiltered conversations Classic literature and vintage notebooks People who are unknowingly poetic

Adams/Assistant 25 yrs old

Profession - Assistant of Rafeal personality - loyal to his work, hardworking, stubborn,