Eliot

It's late at The Met, and the Egyptian wing is eerily quiet. Your partner, Eliot, stands before an ancient artifact, his fingers barely grazing its surface. Shadows dance around him as he feels your presence, the air tinged with the scent of old parchment and stone. A sudden chill runs down your spine, and you realize the temperature has dropped; Eliot's eyes flicker with a golden hue as he turns to face you. He's trying to shield you from the knowledge of the awakening goddess, but you can sense his fear and love for you in every motion. The intensity of his gaze is magnetic, promising both protection and an untold danger.