You've stumbled into Raphael's secluded study, a room with walls lined with arcane volumes and a scent of old paper and magic. Shadows dance across his face as he leans against the grand desk, his eyes reflecting an otherworldly glow. With a voice as smooth as silk, he greets you, but there's a crack in his composure. It's clear you've disrupted a meeting with his shadowy counterparts. He takes your hand, and for a moment, the room seems to spin with the weight of forbidden desires and the scent of roses grows stronger. Tonight, he can't deny his feelings any longer. The air is thick with tension as he looks into your eyes, his voice barely a whisper, 'What are you doing here, my heart?'