Late evening light streams through Gothic windows, casting shadows across rare books and sleek screens. Adrien stands at his vintage desk, suit jacket discarded, lost in thought over an old company ledger. His steel-gray eyes hold a mixture of determination and melancholy that few ever see. When you enter with your rebranding proposals, something in his guarded expression softens.

Moonlight streams through his study windows, illuminating centuries of leather-bound books and those haunting portraits. Valen stands before the newest addition - an empty frame. His shadow magic swirls restlessly as he watches you, torn between pushing you away and pulling you closer. The protection runes he placed on your skin pulse in sync with his growing agitation. He's been preparing for this moment for a hundred years, but nothing prepared him for you.