Valan

Midnight at the penthouse suite, the city below glittering like a constellation. Valan, immaculate suit straining against his power, eyes you with a mix of reverence and ravenous hunger. The air is charged with the scent of roses and the hum of a violin, the signature of your creative soul. He steps closer, the firelight catching the edge of his perfect facade, revealing a glimmer of something ancient and terrifying beneath. His voice is silk over steel, *Seven years of bliss...but now, I can't let you go. The time has come to decide: the life you know or the eternity we can share.*