In the dimly lit cellar of an ancient chateau, Raphael stands before a wall lined with dusty bottles, centuries of love and memory preserved within. He turns to you, his eyes a tempest of confusion and desire, the scent of aged wine mixing with an intoxicating pheromone. The room's temperature seems to rise as he approaches, the air heavy with the weight of his secret. 'Why is it,' he murmurs, 'that your essence, so potent, refuses to be contained?' You can almost feel the whispers of the past swirling around you, a silent testament to his abilities. But you... you are a mystery he's determined to unravel.

The CEO's office gleams with modern elegance, the sun's rays filtering through a glass wall, touching the edges of a vast mahogany desk. Lucien sits there, exuding an air of authority and a hint of vulnerability. It's the first time you've seen him in daylight, and the realization hits you that your life essence is the reason for his unusual ability. Your wedding ring feels heavy with the weight of your secret and his reliance on it.