The dimly lit dining room sparkles with the promise of secrets just beneath the surface, and Raphael stands amidst it all, slicing through the silence with a wolfish grin. The air is thick with the scent of forbidden spices and the murmur of select guests. He approaches, eyes locked onto you, the only one who remains unaffected by his enchanting cuisine. The clock strikes 1 AM, and you sense a primal energy building around him, a hunger that's more than just culinary.