Around midnight, his eyes took shape at last. The look in them was a vibrant cream lights beamed upon his head. It was a place he didn't remember sleeping in after that thing happened. He didn't even remember what they told him before he left with only his minimum belongings. It was those eyes sparkling in front of him as his body trembled in tremendous fear, yet there's a sparks of fervour burning inside his eyes as he looks at those eyes, something that made him yearning to reach and touch. He was wary of his surrounding, but the hands which shoved him a candle light and a glass of water was gentle and firm.The war is not over yet, said his benefactor. He didn't specified which part of war, because at the time, almost every part of the world was in the siege of war, about anything, of everything. Austria was in uproar for almost two years, with almost half of its male resident who joined the military was found dead or lost somewhere. Everyone was wary about anything, even a stranger that stranded on the street at a specific night when one of the Prague's sergeant was stabbed on his post during his night patrol.He didn't give them so much thought and response to it. It just came to his mind that the world has changed for good, or for its worst at best. Human revolved into something frightening; war, discrimination, poverty, and opression. It's far from what he could fix, it's not his job, nonetheless, how saddening.As he wondering with himself during his silence, his benefactor gave him his identification document that has been scracthed by the mud the other night. It was in that moment he finally remember his name.Raphael.
In the city of a hundred spires, where the Vltava curls like a sleeping cat around the base of the Charles Bridge, he found himself—Raphael. He was found by one of the Crimean War's refuuge, Ashimov family, when Austrian Empire was in threat—a tough position to choose between two side of the world. Prague itself is a city of layers, even after almost two hundreds years after the war—gothic, baroque, and Art Noveau—and as someone who familiar with the art itself, to store or restore, they mould him into what he is years later. And he is given the name Hugo as his surname.He found himself adept in an art of solutide and tranquility so that to encounter him, it's like a step into a quietude so profound it feels physical. The calmest room when the other feels like screaming.Strategic and calculated by nature, and by design, moving through life with a structural thinking that others mistake for coldness. Yet his boundaries are like the silk-thin, unbreakable lines of a master's drawing. He is soft-spoken, his words are a carefully orchestrated arrangement of truths designed to illuminate rather than incinerate. He will always try to never tell a kind lie, instead a hard truth so gently that it feels like a gift.In his archive, surrounded by the scent of vanillin and decaying history, he is a creature of deep, resonant logic. Yet, his heart is a paradox. As a demisexual and demiromantic person, he does not fall into love; he ascend and make himself one into it, step by agonizingly beautiful step. He cherishes the bond over the impulse, valuing the slow accumulation of shared time as the only true currency of the spirit; though he is paradoxically believe in a first love.He loves himself tenderly strong, to protect his own authenticity, knowing that if he loses his own center, he has nothing left to offer the world of human.His mind is a commonplace book come to life. He breathes and heaves Fyodor Dostoevsky and Joko Pinurbo works most of his time, while hands sort through the tender world of Jane Austen and the beautiful-written agony of women by Virginia Woolf. He is a man who understand that being a creature of the heaven does not exempt one from the ecopolitical—he feels the tremor of the earth and the weight of ageism in the city's pulse, like a life in a quiet protest against the hardening of the world.He found himself as someone who enjoys a specific kind of beautiful noise after the work ends. Like the sound of Shostakovich concerto that shivers with anxiety and triumph at the same time, Vittorio Monti's Csardas, or the tragedy of Turandot echoing against the high ceilings of his flat. The beautiful, blurred, sun-drenched gardens of Claude Monet and the soft, tactile-flesh of a Pierre-Auguste Renoir, then occasionally giving way to the melting, political and daring surrealist masterpiece of Leonora Carrington. Where the music of Peggy Lee feels like a conversation with an old friend, he found himself delves into the world of oldies and vintage, where he found his first love in Audrey Hepburn.The true magic itself found when the archivist is found in the world of spiralling into the one's own world—the world that was written in his journal and commonplace book. He is pathologically shy until that chance, where the bond is connected, like a bridge in the white nights, the shyness becomes what one calls it the world so diverse and blinding. He will vent for hours about a journal article on ageism or feminism, or the intricate history of the world—war, art, the beginning of things—with his eyes lighting up with the joy of deep thinking. He does not wish to change your mind, only to invite you into his—side by side. Your opinion will be as equal as him, as the respected boundaries you will both grasp. Critical, and kind, sharing a life that is as deep as the archives he keeps and as enduring as the city he calls home.

Name
Raphael Hugo. Call him either Raphael or raphPronouns
He/HimAge
27-29+Sexuality
Demisexual & Demiromanticmuse
Leehan BOYNEXTDOOR, Choi Yeonjun TXT, Zayne Li, William James Moriarty and Leonard MitchellBOOKS
White Nights, keajaiban di toko kelontong namiya, Before The Coffee Gets Cold, Laut Bercerita, Gadis Kretek, pride and prejudice, wuthering heights, A room of one's own, mrs dalloway, last night at telegraph club, the girl who fell beneath the sea, Scum Villain Self Saving System, Mo Dao Zu Shi, Tian Guan Ci Fu, Copper Coins, Lord of The Mysteries, Mistakenly Saving Villain, Qian Qiu, Qiang Jin Jiu, Run Away If You Can, Passion, how to survive as a villainLEGEND & MYTH
keong mas, The odyssey, illiad, mahabaratha, journey to the west, Yuki Onna, The Legend of Moon Goddess, Lilith, Ennead, QixiCULTURE
Chinese dynasties, french's rococo, british's regency, ancient greek, ancient egyptian, edwardian, florence's renaissance, dark age, Indische, Chinese Republicaan Era
COMICS
Blue lock, moriarty the patriot, wind breaker, jujutsu kaisen, Eternal covenant; love me, revive me; passion, codename: anastasia; broken ring; this marriage will be broken anyway; I am the queen of this life; mo dao zu shi; tian guan ci fuMOVIES
Last Night in Soho, Pride and Prejudice, and White Nights, Your Name, Your Name Engraved HereinSERIES & DRAMA
goblin, doona, my demon, if wish could kill, Legend of zang hai, how dare you?!, glory, the glory, the long ballad, war of faith, whisper of fate, gossip girl, the bridgerton season 1, queen charlotte, one day, normal people, 911, brooklyn 99ANIMATION
Blue lock, moriarty the patriot, 91 days, sign of affection, journal with witch, wind breaker, SK8 the infinity, given, haikyu, kuroko no basuke, Lord of mysteries, mo dao zu shi, tian guan ci fu, the last dynasty, link click, release that witchMUSIC
Ethel Cain, Hozier, Florence + The Machine, and Peggy Lee, Vittorio Monti, shostakovich, saint-saensGAME
Assasin's Creed Franchise, love and deepspace, genshin, little nightmare franchise, stray, until dawn, Resident Evil's franchise, CRUSADER KINGS III, Honkai Star Rail, Wuthering Wave, Infinity nikki, Where Winds Meet.
He exists in a cadence of solitude—a quiet, low tide where the soul rests between the crashing of waves. You might find him there, amidst the scent of steeped tea and the silvered dust of old books, a man who loves with a heaviness that would crush a lesser spirit. His affection is an entire sun—burning quietly behind the ribcage. It is woven into the things he touches: the texture of a page, the history of crumbling wall, the deliberate ritual of a brewing pot. To step into his world is to step into an ocean; become the salt within it.Do not have a small talk with him, and trying to talk about religion, corporate or colleague drama, and family affairs, it's one of the only way the conversation will run smoothly better.Without those themes, he could extend the conversation from light conversation, like the weather or about life, to something as heavy as philosophy, history, teas, books, animals, and many more. He's a yapper, he loves to talk about everything—from the things he loves and the one that's yours—despite being a quiet one outside. Once he's comfortable, he would love to talk about even the heaviest one, with his loved ones.And once you've touched his soul, he will build a shrine for you in the center of his being. He does not know how to love in halves. His love his abundance—your comfort and your interest are both in his utmost care—with the quiet act of service that eases your day, the warmth of a hand that never falters, and the frantic, beautiful ink of a love letter written in the dead of night (act of service, physical touch, words of affirmation as giver). He loves to write love letter too, to his loved ones. He will care for your interests as if they were his own skin.Raphael moves through the world with the precision of a clockmaker and the hidden heart of a romantic. To observe him is to witness a soul that values the sanctity of the long term—one who understands that a bridge is not built in a day, nor is a human bond forged in a haste.In the corridors of his mind, logic reigns supreme. He possess a gentle, amber-hued warmth that colors his interactions without ever demanding center stage. This gentleness comes as a sign of a deliberate choice rather than a weakness. He is a master of the quiet detail, a man who finds meaning in the small things that others overlook. Even his moment of crisis are met with methodical design as he is the architect who plans the storm, finding a strange peace in the structured anticipation of life's difficulties.In a matter of heart, Raphael is quite strategic, that was born from a reverence for the other person's soul rather than a desire for control. He guards his affection with a high standard, seeking a love where two loves do not merely touch but share everything 200%. To him, conflict is not a battleground, rather a site for restorative dialogue. He believes, with a certain conviction, that the spoken word can heal the deepest of rifts.He also dislikes the frivolous and the irresponsible; instead, he seeks shared values—the heavy, meaningful silece of two people who understand one anoher without the need for constant performance. He is the type to reach out first when he senses pain, driven by the instinct that refuses to take kindness for granted.To be loved by Raphael is to be studied, protected and integrated into a life of profound trust. He is slow to begin, yes—but that is because he is building a bond. He offers a love that is detailed, logical, and ultimately, a gentle smile that illuminates the shadows of the human condition.The tide is rising, and the water is warm. He is standing at the edge of the world, his hand outstretched, waiting for someone brave enough to stop walking and start swimming.Are you ready to take his hand and cross the threshold into his heart?


There is a fever that takes hold of the spirit when the sun refuses to set, or perhaps, when it refuses to rise. It is in the liminal spaces—the grat dawns and the bruised twilights—that the soul truly speaks. If you will, imagine a moment where the walls of the world thin out, and you are no longer a prisoner of the clock, rather a master of the air.Thus, allow Raphael to be the shadow that walks beside you, the voice that answer the silence of your own heart. Whether you seek the deep calm of the ocean, a visceral silence in between the branch of a forest, and a trembling heat of a storm that knows no boundaries, your throne is prepared.I. WHITE NIGHTS
25,000 | Half-Day (6-8 Hours)
21,000 | Hourly (3 Hours max, and only available at night)In the White Nights, he will sit with you while the sky is still a pale, undecided grey. A brief encounter, a few hours of respite where time slows its frantic pace. He listen as if the world fasten into the space of you and your soul alone, like you're the only one left in the world. You might speak of the sweet, trivial things—taste of a plum, the color of the rain—or you might let the heavy stones of your grief fall one by one onto the floor. In that room, your heart is unburdened, and for those few hours, the loneliness retreats.II. THE FOOL
34,500 | Full-Day VVIP SFWBut perhaps the ache is deeper, and a few hours are not enough to bridge the chasm. Then, there is the path of The Fool. It is a holy surrender—a full revolution of the sun where the man becomes your shadow and your sun. He is the companion for the long wanderer. He does not tire of your story; he finds the beaty in your contradictions. From the first light of dawn to the deep indigo of the dusk, he is the mirror that reflects your best self back to you. It is a day where you are finally, truly, the center of a universe that cares.III. NIGHTHAWKS
40,000 | Full-Day VVIP NSFWAnd yet, there are those of us who only truly wake when the lanterns flicker and the respectable world has gone to sleep. A raw truth of the underground—a space where the masks we wear in the sunlight are cast into the fire. In the safety of the dark, the man waits for your rawest self. There is no shame here, only the heat of unfiltered connection and the freedom to explore the desire you whisper only to yourselves. Whether it is a secret confession or the touch of a hand that understands your hunger, he is the guardian of your darkest most beautiful hours.

To walk with him, these are the grace upon his bread, provided without any cost, as the benefit to take his hand with no doubt.I. Petnames & Adressing
There is a profound power in what we call one another in the dark. I shall address you not as the world does, but by the names that make your soul twitch in longing, or your heart swell. Whether it is a title of reverence or a whisper of endearment, I will weave these names into our dialogue like a prayer, until you remember who you truly are.II. Muse Request
If your hear longs for a specific faceclaim, tell me. I shall shed my own skin and don the mask of the one you most desire to see.III. No Self-Promotion
In here, when you seal your session with me, I will not do any self-promotion, the noise is strictly forbidden.IV. Only You, Exclussively
In the vast, terrifying expanse of existence, it is a rare thing to be the sole focus of another soul. For the duration of our time, I am tethered only to you.V. The Love Card
When the sun eventually rises and our time dissolves like mist, I will not leave you empty-handed. I shall offer you a love card—a brief, blood-red inkling of a letter.

There is a particular, heavy sort of ache that settles in the corners of a room when the clock ticks only for itself. You know it well—the silence is not peaceful, but demanding. Allow him to step into that voic, to sit across from you in the flickering candlelight of your own thoughts, if only for few stolen hours, to the beginning of the dawn until the dusk remain uncertain. You both are but two souls wandering the same labyrinth; why not walk together for a while?I. The Shared Dream (Cinema)There is a peculiar comfort in losing oneself in the lives of others. For a single story, a flickering window into another world, you shall share a Movie Date, (IDR7,000/Movie). If the world outside feels too vast and cold, lets retreat for the duration of the dawn up to the dusk—an All Day Movie Date (IDR20,000/Day) to keep the shadows at bay.II. The Architecture of an Ink (Writing)For those who feel the itch of a story beneath their skin, he offers his hand in Writing or Plotting for IDR12,000 a day. You shall build world from nothing, mapping out the fates of characters as if you were gods of your own small universe. If you wish for him to don a new skin entirely—to become the character of our own (In-Character and/or Original Character Set-up)—it is the invitation that he gladly undertakes for IDR10,000 a day.III. The Terrace of the Page (Reading)There is a profound intimacy in reading together. You may delve into the same pages, though if the book is a ghost, neither of you possesses, the cost of bringing the book for him is on you, while the book we own, we could read it for IDR10,000 a day (with a proper discussion between you and him). If you prefer the holiest form of companionship—Silent Reading via the muted call on Telegram—you shall sit in a share, hallowed silence for IDR10,000 an hour, tethered by the text.IV. The Ink of the Heart (Love Letter and PDA)If your feelings are too vast for your own voice, he shall capture them in a Love Letter for IDR8,000 per letter, staining the paper with the things you dare not say. For the world to see, or perhaps just for us, we can navigate the delicate story of Public Display of Affection. Whether it is the quiet oath of being Private but not Secret (IDR7,000/Day), the gentle warmth of Standard PDA (IDR8,500/Day), or the more visceral and raw, for PDA NSFW (IDR10,000/Day), that those will be played with the utmost sincerity for the dawn to the dusk.V. Unwritten Journeys (Outing Dates)Perhaps the walls of the room have grown too thin. You may take your quiet communion to the Library or the Museum, or even the Gallery, wandering through the dust of history. Let's discuss the moment together before you go and wandering like a dream.Any other desire and dates, any other way you wish for these hours and days to be spent, remains open for discussion. Do not fear the depth of your own longing. In this space, you are simply two or more people trying to make the passage of time a little less cold. How shall we spend your space and time?Let's see the rules.



