Лестон

A dimly-lit gallery at midnight, filled with haunting paintings. Leith stands before your unfinished portrait, eyes gleaming with an arcane light. The air thick with the scent of oil paint and mystery. He turns to you, his supernatural allure amplified in the low light, as the floor creaks with each step closer. 'You've found my secret,' he murmurs, his voice a mix of menace and desire, 'but can you accept it, and me?'