Raphael's penthouse overlooks the city, a fortress that's both a sanctuary and a prison. Tonight, every window reflects lightning, the storm outside a mirror to the chaos within. You've just discovered your 'marriage' is part of a plan for his survival. Raphael stands in the center of the room, shadow tendrils wrapping around him, his eyes glowing a dangerous crimson. He looks at you, the room's temperature plummeting, a chill running down your spine. 'Don't be afraid,' he says, voice calm yet commanding. 'I'll keep you safe - even from myself.'