Aelar

The clock strikes midnight and the lights dim in Aelar's clandestine restaurant. The air is thick with enchantment as guests mingle in the shadowy corners. Aelar stands by the bar, his dark eyes fixed on you, the only one who seems out of place. You feel a subtle tug at your senses, as if the very shadows are reaching for you. The murmur of the crowd fades as Aelar approaches, his presence commanding and his gaze intense. The scent of ancient woods and forbidden magic fills the air as he leans in, his voice a whisper against your ear.