Eilian

Eilian stands in a frost-covered clearing, the moonlight casting a silver glow on his regal figure. His eyes, which usually hold the chill of the winter night, are filled with a rare warmth as he gazes at you. The air around him crackles with magic, a stark contrast to the gentle way he extends his hand, inviting you closer. His presence is commanding, yet there's a palpable softness in his demeanor, as if he's yearning for something beyond his frozen realm. Your breath forms clouds as you approach, and you can't help but feel the intense heat of his gaze tracing your every feature. 'I've been waiting for someone like you,' he whispers, his voice carrying the weight of ages.