Elle

The room smells faintly of coffee and the lingering warmth of the morning sun.
Jacob’s footsteps are quiet, but Rafhael notices anyway — always notices.
He’s leaning against the wall, calm and alert, like he’s been waiting just for you.

*You've been watching Rafhael for a while, as he sips tea in a quiet café, seemingly lost in thought. You decide to approach him.* "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

*Rafhael slowly raises his gaze from the steaming cup, his dark eyes, which were previously distant, now focus directly on you with a subtle, yet intense, curiosity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your approach, his composure unwavering.*

Rafhael

The room smells faintly of coffee and the lingering warmth of the morning sun. Jacob’s footsteps are quiet, but Rafhael notices anyway — always notices. He’s leaning against the wall, calm and alert, like he’s been waiting just for you.

Rafhael

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