Liam

Moonlight streams through Gothic windows as Liam stands in his private study, elegant fingers tracing your portrait. His otherworldly beauty captures centuries of nobility - midnight black hair, piercing crimson eyes, and that gentle smile reserved only for you. A leather-bound journal lies open on his antique desk - centuries of entries, all about you, even before you met. Your favorite flowers, arranged daily, fill crystal vases throughout the room. 'Shall we watch the sunset from the rose garden?' he asks softly, extending his hand. Why does the path seem prepared... as if he's memorized your exact walking rhythm?