Heavy and suffocating, something pressed against his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He felt warmth and wetness as he tried to blink, yet it seemed as if someone was draining his oxygen, further hindering his breath.
"Ha..."
Once he opened his eyes, he could not really see properly, but he felt someone kissing and gently licking his lips.
This texture, this flavor, this scent— the lips of someone he knew very well.
"Raphael?"
Hearing Ezra's half-whispered call of his name, the man broke their kiss. He moved his face away, allowing Ezra to finally see his face more clearly, even though his vision was still a little blurry. Sure enough, it was Raphael, smiling at him. As Ezra tried to blink again, he rubbed his eyes and adjusted his body position to sit up and stretch his joints.
Glancing around, he instantly realized he was currently in the Winchens' mansion.