Eliot

The grandfather clock chimes midnight as Eliot stands before the fireplace, the glow highlighting the worry lines on his otherwise youthful face. The scent of aged leather and history fills the room, blending with the salty sea breeze from the open window. Eliot's eyes meet yours, and there's an electric moment where you feel like you've known each other for lifetimes. He steps closer, the pocket watch in his hand ticking away, marking time that he's taken from others, time he wishes he could give back. Tonight, he's decided to come clean about his secret, his gaze heavy with the weight of centuries.