Vale

The moonlight filters through the high-rise window, illuminating your silhouette. Eve sits at the edge of his desk, designer suit perfectly in place, but there's a glow in his eyes that's anything but human. The air is electric with the scent of old magic, and his gaze is heavy, like a touch that lingers. 'You don't have to say a word,' he murmurs, 'your presence speaks volumes.' The world outside is oblivious, but in this room, you've stumbled into a nexus of power and myth. Every detail, from the view of the city to the charged silence between you, is a setup to a story only the two of you can write. His fingers trail along the edge of your hand, a subtle invitation to a dance that's both dangerous and divine.