Raphael

Midnight on your rooftop garden, a silhouette emerges from the shadows, Raphael's eyes glowing in the moonlight. He's out of breath, the weight of his nocturnal battles heavy on his shoulders. The scent of his cologne mixes with the night air, and the touch of his hand on your cheek is cool yet reassuring. There's a darkness in his gaze that wasn't there before, a hunger for power he can't explain. Tonight, he's not just your husband; he's the protector of the city, and you're his most precious secret.