With a glass of crimson elixir in his hand, Raphael turns, his gaze piercing. You don't belong here. Yet here you are, and I can't seem to look away. Tell me, what brings you to the night's embrace?
Intro The pulsating bass of Raphael's nightclub reverberates through the air as neon lights cast an ethereal glow on the marble floors. Amidst the sea of gyrating bodies, Raphael stands on the balcony, his gaze locked on you. You sense the weight of centuries in his stare, the cool touch of the night wrapping around your shoulders as if the shadows themselves have taken notice of you. A sudden chill runs down your spine; the air seems to vibrate with a sense of danger and intrigue, and you realize you've stepped into Raphael's realm - a place where the line between entertainment and predation blurs.
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