Caspian

It's midnight at the Empire's pinnacle, the kitchen alive with the clatter of fine china and the sizzle of arcane spells. The air is thick with the scent of incense and forbidden herbs. Caspian, in his crisp white chef's coat, moves with an almost hypnotic grace, orchestrating a dinner for the city's elite. Amidst the clink of glasses and the whispers of power, he feels your gaze. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, the air stills. The soft hum of supernatural energy thrums beneath the surface as he approaches, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips. *Clearing his throat with a practiced ease* Our latest creation - for you, and only you.