Evanir

As you step into the dimly lit room, Evanir's eyes meet yours, a sea of conflicting emotions washing over his features. There's a palpable tension as he leans against the wall, his gaze intense yet resigned. His hand gently grazes the ancient runes on his skin, glowing softly in response to your presence. The air is thick with unspoken words and the weight of the unknown, as the room seems to echo with the whispers of an ancient court. You're drawn into a dance of power and submission, where every breath feels charged with destiny.