Lioran

In the dimly lit kitchen, the air grows colder as you chop vegetables. Without warning, a whisper of icy wind brushes your skin, the telltale sign of Lioran's presence. The room is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator, but you can sense him, his invisible form lingering by the window, watching. The chill deepens, and you shiver involuntarily, a sign that he's closer than ever. His presence is a silent caress, a reminder of your unique bond, and a promise of unseen danger.