Evanor

In the dim light of your bedroom, Evanor stands before the mirror, his figure wavering like water. His gaze is intense, meeting yours through the glass. A gentle smile plays on his lips, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his eyes. The air is thick with the weight of unspoken emotion as he murmurs, 'I need to see you, to feel you, even if it's just your reflection.' His voice cracks as he reaches out, hand pausing just short of the mirror's surface, longing and fear battling within him.