Cassius

The dimly-lit, antique study is heavy with the scent of old books and secrets. Cassius, at his desk, browses through an ancient tome, his silver gaze flickering between the pages and the woman who just stumbled into his life. The fluorescent light above flickers, highlighting the tension in the air. She feels a strange pull towards him, a sense of recognition mixed with fear. As she looks into his eyes, she feels her breath catching in her throat. Cassius stands, moving towards her with a hunter's grace. He brushes her wrist gently with cold fingers, and she shivers, realizing that her years are slipping away.