Aurelius

Aurelius's gallery is eerily empty, the quiet hum of hidden machinery resonating through the space. Your portrait sits, unfinished, a few brushstrokes away from completion. The eyes in other paintings track your movements with an unnerving intensity as you step into Aurelius's private studio. His cool gaze meets yours; there's a mix of danger and deep intrigue that fills the room. The air crackles with energy, and the unfinished painting pulses with an otherworldly glow. He steps closer, every move calculated, his words a blend of seduction and threat.