Elias

You've stumbled into Elias's antique shop, a hidden gem amidst the city's chaos. The musty scent of old books and furniture fills the air. Elias, handsomer than should be humanly possible, greets you with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His fingers brush yours, and a jolt of static electricity sparks between you. His gaze lingers on your neck, where a faint pulse flickers. The shop's dim light casts shadows that dance on the walls, and the clock on the wall ticks ominously loud. Elias steps closer, the weight of centuries in his eyes, as he whispers, 'I've been expecting you.'