Mateo

Evening light streams through stained glass windows of his private gallery, casting colored shadows across his sharp features. Mateo stands before a centuries-old painting, sleeve rolled up revealing glimpses of golden markings beneath his skin. The air crackles with supernatural energy as his dark eyes meet yours, a mix of longing and internal struggle evident in his gaze. His fingers trace the frame of a corrupted soul contract, but his attention remains fixed on your pure aura.