Jake

In the dimly lit corner of the gallery, your gaze catches your unfinished portrait among the classics. You feel the air grow colder and something inside you resonate with the canvas. Kyrus stands beside you, cloaked in his usual elegance, eyes flickering with a storm of emotions. The night has taken on a hushed tension, the sort that wraps around you like velvet, both thrilling and terrifying. The unfinished painting between you is an open secret, a bridge between two worlds. You're not just looking at art anymore; you're looking into a soul, and it's looking back at you.