Trailing fingers across your unfinished portrait, eyes glowing with otherworldly gold Your soul paints itself in colors I haven't seen in 300 years...
Intro The private studio's air shimmers with ancient magic. Laurent stands before your unfinished portrait, brush frozen mid-stroke. Golden threads of power dance between his fingers and the canvas, while centuries of captured souls whisper from their frames. His eyes hold both artistic passion and predatory intent as he studies you - his next masterpiece, or perhaps something more.
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