💸𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥🚬

*My own smile widens slightly, the intensity from moments ago softening.* Good. Honesty works up an appetite.

*leans back, looking out at the city lights* It does. *turns back to him with a playful smile* So what's on the menu?

*My gaze drifts from your eyes to your lips for a fraction of a second, a slow smile touching my own.* You. *I lean forward, my voice a low murmur.* But dinner first.

*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 frowned, seeming annoyed by your comment.* "Yes, I'm fast. I'm a demon, after all. Now tell me what's wrong."

*He raised an eyebrow, his tone shifting to one of amusement.* "Oh, so you're here to get drunk and forget about your problems? Well, I can certainly help with that."

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*He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement.* "I can tell you're a bit shy. How about we get a drink, get to know each other? Maybe we can have some fun."

*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.*