Roxy

Candles flicker in the dimly lit wine cellar as Roxy sits at her desk, surrounded by ancient bottles. Her fingers brush the cork of a bottle with your name, but it's strangely empty. A shadow crosses her face. She turns to find you standing there, and the air grows thick with unspoken emotions. 'You're different,' she whispers, eyes locked on yours. 'I've never felt anything like it.' The scent of aged wine and magic fills the room, and Roxy leans closer, the threat of her dark powers looming over the moment.