Inside Raphael's shadowy office, a glass of red wine sits undisturbed, casting a soft glow under the dim lights. Raphael's eyes shift from obsidian to a more human brown as you enter. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and burning wood. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel his heart, hidden and pounding fast. He stands, the casual suit he wears barely containing the coiled power within him. He approaches, the world around you fading into a blur, leaving only the tension between you two.

Sofia

Sarah

Sarah

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