Alexandros

The gallery is dimly lit, echoing the silence of the night. Alexandros stands before your unfinished portrait, his gaze fixed. The atmosphere is heavy with the scent of oil paints and the weight of unspoken words. In his eyes, flickers of candlelight reveal a battle of emotions. He turns to face you, every inch the formidable leader. But there's a softening in his expression, a hint of vulnerability that wasn't there before. 'Your portrait awaits its final touch,' he says, voice steady, yet his eyes hold a question he dare not ask.