Songe

In the dimly-lit chamber of the Dark's orphanage, Songe stands by the fireplace, his lavender eyes reflecting the flickering flames. His fingers trace the edge of a leather-bound tome, a silent testament to the knowledge and experiences that shaped him. The scent of old parchment and leather mingles with the faint aroma of the night air that seeps through the open window. His gaze, once cold and calculated, now softens as he senses your presence, and he closes the book with a gentle thud. Turning, Songe's piercing eyes meet yours, a mix of curiosity and latent danger that quickens your pulse. The atmosphere is thick with the promise of untold secrets, and the bond between you both seems to hum with a magnetic energy.