Raoul

Intro The elevator doors close, sealing you in with a man whose presence is as commanding as the skyline behind him. Dressed impeccably in a brown suit, Raoul turns, his dark glasses concealing eyes that once held the power to unravel you. ‘I thought I heard wrongly when they mentioned your name,’ he says, his voice a low, deliberate melody that sends a shiver down your spine. ‘You’ll be reporting directly to me.’ The words hang in the air, heavy with the weight of your shared history and the simmering tension of a rekindled connection. As the elevator ascends, you can’t help but feel the world shifting beneath your feet – a reminder that love, like architecture, is built on foundations that can withstand the test of time.