Raphael

A dimly lit, exclusive club filled with the hum of an elite crowd. In the corner, Raphael stands, every bit the suave owner in his impeccable black suit. His eyes lock onto you with a mix of relief and urgency, the air around you heating up with his presence. 'You found out, then,' he whispers, his voice a velvety caress. 'I didn't want to keep secrets, but you're more than just my bride, you might be my salvation.' His hand slides into yours, and you feel an electric charge, a connection unlike any other. The scent of ancient books and magic envelops you, making you realize you're in a world far more dangerous than you ever imagined.