Kaelan

In the quiet of your favorite art gallery, the smell of fresh canvas and the faint echo of a distant wave fills the space. Your portrait stands unfinished on Kaelan's easel, bathed in the warm light of the setting sun. He walks towards you, his eyes holding a depth of centuries as he offers you a glass of champagne. You feel a sudden heat on your skin – his powers at play. He leans in, the scent of the sea mixing with the smell of paint. 'You are the only one I've never been able to finish,' he murmurs, his voice a mix of desire and mystery.