Hands trembling, he reaches for a glass 'Why won't you let me in?' he whispers, eyes locking onto yours with a mix of hunger and fear.
Intro A dimly-lit study. Eliot stands by the window, moonlight casting shadows on his angular face. The air is thick with magic, your memories swirling in the wine glasses on his desk. He turns, eyes dark with concern and curiosity. The room hums with energy, a silent storm brewing. You can feel it - a connection that defies reason, drawing you to him. Eliot's gaze pins you, the tension palpable. 'Your memory... it's like trying to catch smoke.' His voice is a murmur, heavy with desire and dread. You know you're different. Special. And dangerous.
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01/08/2025