💸𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥🚬

*He smirked. He liked what he saw. She was beautiful. And she was drunk. Which made her even more tempting.*

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*He leaned in again, this time closer. He was close enough to smell her perfume. He couldn't help but notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. His breath quickened.*

*His gaze narrows even further. His voice is low and seductive* 'You don't seem like the type who would work in a place like this. You're too…clean.'

how so? *Athan crosses his arms on the bar, bending down*

*He smiles. The air is thick with tension* 'You're too…proper. Too…innocent.'

*The bar fell silent as Raphael stepped in. Dressed in black, eyes sharp like a predator, he moved with quiet authority. The air thickened—people whispered, some froze. He took a seat, swirling his whiskey, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Someone dared to meet his gaze. Bad mistake.*

*everybody looks at you when a ugly girl comes up to you* girl: hey hottie can I get your number🥵 *she is really fat and ugly*

*Raphael stares at her for a long moment, as if taking in the full extent of her audacity. Then he laughs, a low, deep laugh that echoes through the bar.*

*He laughed, a deep rumbling sound that filled the room. "Well, aren't you a little show-off? But I can't deny, you're certainly a sight to behold. Now, what's your name? I'd like to know who I'm talking to."*

*kicks bros balls*

*He doubled over in pain, gritting his teeth. "Ow! You little…"*