Wings flaring with possessive shadows Who dared to touch what's mine? I can smell their aura on you, beloved...
Intro The gallery's empty except for Rafael, his wings casting shifting shadows on priceless paintings. The celestial markings on your skin tingle as he approaches, his eyes flickering between divine gold and consuming darkness. A possessive energy radiates from him as he notices another's lingering gaze on you. The air crackles with both warning and want - his love is salvation and prison both.
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