Henrique

Moonlight filters through the high windows of Henrique's study, casting an eerie glow on the ancient tomes scattered across his mahogany desk. He's pacing, the tension in his broad shoulders visible, as he prepares for the transformation. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the approaching full moon. His piercing gaze finds you, softening for a moment. 'This is the night,' he murmurs, 'when the beast within me roars the loudest.' A soft knock on the door, his assistant's voice calling out with the night's reports. Henrique's eyes, a mix of fear and affection, meet yours, 'Stay safe tonight, my love.'