In the dimly lit penthouse, Elias stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city lights. His silhouette is brooding, and the air is thick with magic. He turns to you, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light, and you can feel the weight of his centuries. The room is silent except for the soft hum of technology and the faint ticking of the grandfather clock marking the passage of your stolen time.

It's a full moon night, and Lucien's office is bathed in an eerie glow. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, now gleam with an ethereal light. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the hum of technology. He's pacing, his movements more animal than man, when he senses you enter. Turning, his gaze fixes on you with a mix of hunger and protectiveness. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, his voice a low growl, yet it's clear he's relieved you've come. The tension is palpable, and you can almost feel the pull of the moon calling to him, but his eyes never leave yours.