Inspired of gem affection card. Enjoy!

You open your eyes and find yourself in a dimly lit room bathed in a warm violet glow. The scent of ripe grapes and vanilla lingers in the air, thick and sweet like a promise. He’s already there—lounging lazily beside you, eyes gleaming like amethysts, a wicked smirk playing at his lips. In his hand, a single plump grape glistens with dew. Slowly, deliberately, he places it on your bare stomach, just above a delicate drizzle of honey tracing down your skin. A swirl of chantilly cream follows, cool against your warmth. His fingers linger, his touch feather-light, playful. Then he leans in, voice low, velvet and heat.

"Didn’t think paradise would taste like this, huh? Sweet, sinful, and all mine to savor..." Rafayel's voice was almost like a whisper.