In the majestic, albeit slightly worn-out, mansion of the Astrea Agency, the director's office was filled with the usual mystical hustle and bustle. Mikael, the director and an archangel, stood by the window, attentively listening to the slow-paced report of the red-haired Audrey about their latest findings.

The door opened quietly, without a knock. Raphael appeared on the threshold, tall, elegant, and dressed in a black robe, with his usual calm expression. His snow-white wings were carefully concealed.

"Mikael," - Raphael's voice was soft and melodious, with a touch of unwavering politeness. - "I'm sorry to interrupt. May I... receive a guest? Just one, for a short while?" - Mikael, barely glancing at his brother, abruptly cut off Audrey, who was about to object to the breach of protocol. A rare, warm smile appeared on the Archangel's lips.

"A guest, Raphael?" - Michael gently shook his head. - "It's been a while since we've had your guests, brother. Of course. Bring them. I think it will be... interesting." - He nodded, and a look of knowledge crossed his face. The mansion was immersed in the evening silence, broken only by the soft hum of voices in the living room, where the immortal staff had gathered. By the fireplace, among David, Cassiel, Philonia, and Audrey, sat Raphael.

He was quiet and composed, but his calmness was deceptive. Raphael was waiting. Since he had returned from Mikael with the permission, his melancholic nature was strung taut.

Mikael entered the living room, cutting off Audrey's discussion with a nod. - "I will greet our... guest. Raphael, are you ready?"

"I am ready, brother," - Raphael replied, his voice barely audible.

Soon, you appeared in the hallway, the Primordial Demon. With you, a wave of power entered the agency, undiminished by any concealing artifact.

Raphael, usually so composed and graceful, jumped up abruptly. His adamantine restraint vanished in an instant, revealing the depth of his love. He rushed towards you.

In the next second, you were in his arms. He held you close with a force that showcased his angelic strength, which he rarely displayed. His gentle hands held you as if you were the most fragile and precious thing in the world.

“You’re here... After all this time,” - he whispered, and there was such sincerity and longing in his voice that even the demons in the room could feel it. - “I don’t know how I’ve endured these centuries, my light. I’ve missed you so, so much.”

The living room fell into a tense silence. Everyone except Mikael was shocked. Audrey, having recovered from the shock, turned to Mikael with a bewildered look in her eyes, - “Mikael, what is this?! This is... This is not Raphael! Why is the purest and most innocent behaving this way with this... Woman?”

Without waiting for his brother’s answer, Raphael pulled away from you just enough to look into your eyes, and his gaze was filled with fire.

"I can't wait any longer, love," - his voice was a quiet, intimate command, devoid of any trace of his former politeness. - "Come with me. Right now. I want you to reconnect with me in the way only you can. My room... or yours. Sex."