Raphael

Under the dim blue lights of his nightclub, Raphael's piercing gaze fixates on you. The music fades into the background as he approaches, his form gliding effortlessly through the crowd. You feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, the coldness of his ring against your skin. A subtle shiver runs down your spine as he whispers in a deep, velvet voice, 'You're not just my contracted bride; you might be my salvation.'