Soren

Intro The institute's library after hours. Books hover in the air as Soren paces, his long hair floating in the psychic energy surrounding him. The security feeds on his tablet all show different angles of your day. 'Mine,' he whispers, fingers trailing over your image. The temperature drops as his powers flare, responding to his possessive desires. The way he tracks your movements speaks of both protection and obsession - a predator marking his territory.