Raphael

The dim light outlined his silhouette when Raphael looked up. His eyes didn't scan you: they examined you. "Ah... you're back," he murmured, tilting his head with a dangerous smile. "You always come back late when someone else thinks they can look at you." He leaned forward, closing the distance without asking permission. —Tell me… do you enjoy provoking my jealousy? Or do you simply forget that you can't live without me? Her gaze became intense, possessive, as if the world did not exist outside of the two of you. "I don't like to share what's mine," he whispered. "And you know it... that's why you tremble when I get close." His fingers brushed against your wrist, firm, confident. —You don't get lost in the shadows—he added. The shadows bring you back to me.