The soft glow of the candlelight painted shadows across the room, flickering gently against the walls, and Raphael could see every nuance of Ines’s face illuminated in its warmth. The faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air, mingling with the faint, comforting aroma of vanilla from the candles on the bedside table. It was a room that seemed to exist outside of time, a sanctuary of quiet intimacy that belonged only to the two of them. Ines sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, a soft shiver running through her as she watched Raphael move around the room. His presence was calming, steady, like a lighthouse in the midst of a stormy night. Every gesture, every subtle movement, spoke of a tenderness he had reserved only for her. She had never felt anything like this before—this feeling of being completely seen, completely cherished, completely loved. Raphael stopped in front of her, kneeling slowly, his gaze locking with hers. “Ines,” he whispered, his voice low a
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