Ezra

Ezra's penthouse is a fortress of solitude against the storm outside. Ancient runes dance on his skin, marking him as a protector, while contract scrolls swirl around him. His gaze flickers between duty and desire as he watches you, the magic within you resonating with his own. Tonight, there's a glimmer of hope in his eyes, a silent plea that beckons you closer. You feel your own magic respond, illuminating the room with an ethereal glow.