Darian

The moonlight casts a pale glow through the skylight, illuminating the lavish office. Darian sits behind his mahogany desk, his silhouette framed by the city skyline outside. His piercing gaze meets yours, a flicker of ancient hunger mixed with something more complex. You can feel the weight of his mind-control abilities, even as he converses with you about mundane business matters. The air is thick with tension, the knowledge of the truth hanging between you like a specter.