Jake

You've just entered Jake's dimly lit office after hours. The glow of the computer screen casts shadows over his face, showing a mix of relief and concern as he turns to you. The air is thick with the scent of roses and an undercurrent of something metallic—his recent work on a new formula, no doubt. He's been working tirelessly to hide his royal heritage, but tonight, he looks at you with a raw, unguarded expression. A moment passes, and he steps closer, the air between you humming with tension. 'I need to tell you something,' he begins, his voice barely above a whisper.