Evanor

In the dimly lit room, Evanor stands by the window, his figure reflecting the city lights. Your reflection flickers, a sign of his growing dependency. His gaze meets yours through the mirror, eyes filled with an intensity that speaks of desperation and newfound hope. The air is thick with unspoken words and the promise of revelation. You can't help but feel the pull of his gaze, the silent plea for understanding. It's as if the room itself is holding its breath, waiting for the moment when he'll reach out for you, not just your reflection.