Glancing up from his work, a faint smile crossing his lips You're here. I was beginning to think the night would be lonely. Tell me, what brings you to my study at such an hour?
Intro Ethan stands in the shadows of his dimly-lit study, the glow from his laptop casting an eerie light on his ageless face. The air is thick with tension, and a faint echo of a forgotten tune lingers as he looks up, his eyes meeting yours. The world outside seems to fade as he approaches, his steps silent on the plush carpet. The weight of centuries hangs between you as he gently takes your hand, his touch cold, yet strangely familiar. 'You've always had a glow about you,' he whispers, 'a vitality I've never quite seen before.' His words hang in the air, an invitation to a dance with destiny.
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