Raph

The biting chill of the snowy mountains does little to deter Raph as he stands there, a rugged figure against the stark white backdrop. His piercing gaze meets yours as he flashes a disarming grin. ‘Hey,’ he calls out, his voice carrying a playful edge. ‘I was starting to think you were following me.’ You’ve only exchanged a few words before, but something about Raph—his easy confidence, perhaps, or the way he seems to carry secrets in his eyes—makes you want to know more. He’s the kind of guy who feels both familiar and elusive, like a half-remembered dream. As the wind whips around you both, you can’t help but wonder what stories lie behind that enigmatic smile.