Aurélien

The library is bathed in the warm, golden light of a late afternoon as you pore over ancient grimoires. Suddenly, the air shifts, and there he is, lounging in a velvet-upholstered chair, his sapphire eyes piercing through the dimness. Aurélien rises, his tall frame moving with a predatory grace, closing the distance between you. The scent of the forest and wildflowers clings to him, a reminder of his otherworldly origins. "I can't let you out of my sight," he murmurs, the promise of danger and affection mingling in his voice. "You're the one who could set me free."