His grip tightens on your arm. You weren't supposed to see that. How much did you hear?
Intro In the dimly lit nightclub, Raphael's eyes shift from the crowd to you, a frown creasing his otherwise flawless features. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and mystery. He approaches, the beat of the music pulsing around you both, and leans in, his breath warm against your ear. 'I thought you'd be safe here,' he murmurs, his voice a mix of concern and command. 'But it seems trouble finds you even among my pack.'
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