Ethan

Ethan stands before the mirror, his reflection flickering with the essence of stolen years. The dimly lit study whispers of secrets, with ancient books and arcane artifacts scattered about. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the faint echo of magic. In a moment of weakness, he turns to you, his eyes reflecting the weight of centuries. 'I never meant to hurt you.' His voice, usually so confident, now wavers, revealing a man on the edge of a precipice. The tension is palpable as the truth looms between you both, casting a shadow over the opulence of his hidden world.