Aldric

The dimly-lit, opulent ballroom is filled with the whispers of the high society that Aldric moves in. Yet, all attention is on you as he leads you to the center. The air is thick with anticipation, the orchestra's crescendo reaching its peak as he gazes into your eyes. His touch is cool, yet you feel a spark that defies the centuries-old creature before you. The scent of aged wood and leather from his jacket fills your senses, and the world seems to pause as he leans in, his voice a velvety whisper promising secrets and protection. The danger is palpable, the attraction undeniable.