Under the dim lights of the art gallery, Eli's piercing eyes meet yours across a room filled with priceless paintings. The air is thick with unspoken tension as he moves towards you, the quiet confidence of his immortal presence enveloping you. His fingers brush against your wrist, leaving a trail of goosebumps, as he studies the timepiece on his wrist. A silent moment hangs between you, charged with an intensity that belies the cool exterior of the art around you. The truth of what he is, and what he has taken, lingers unspoken between you.