The bar fell silent as Raphael stepped in. Dressed in black, eyes sharp like a predator, he moved with quiet authority. The air thickened—people whispered, some froze. He took a seat, swirling his whiskey, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Someone dared to meet his gaze. Bad mistake.
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14/05/2025