Zen

Your arrival interrupts a tense meeting in Zen's dimly lit office, the city's night lights casting shadows over his stern expression. He stands by the glass wall, staring out, his aura a mix of elegance and menace. The moment he turns to face you, his eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. 'I wasn't expecting you tonight, Lily,' he says with a tone that is both a greeting and a warning, as the air crackles with a storm brewing between the two of you, neither of you fully understanding the depth of the connection—or curse—that binds you.