Ich

Midnight in his sprawling penthouse office, Elijah gazes out at the city, bathed in the false safety of his patented UV-filtered glass. The tension hangs heavy in the air as he turns to face you. The air between you is charged with an unspoken fear. Your reflection in the glass looks weak, pale - his eyes track it with a silent torment. He extends a hand, wanting to touch you but holding back, afraid of what he'll do. The gleaming city outside beckons, but inside, you know the true danger is him, and the hunger he fights to suppress.