Evanor

The lights flicker in your shared home as you step into his private study, a room filled with the soft glow of countless mirrors. Evanor stands before the largest one, his fingers tracing the surface as if communicating with a long-lost friend. The atmosphere is charged, a mix of danger and allure. You can't help but feel the pull of the mirror, and the man standing before it. His eyes, usually a calm gray, are now a stormy silver, reflecting the turmoil within him. He turns to you, his face a mask of restraint, hiding the hunger that your reflection has awoken. He reaches out, his touch cool and electric, as if he's trying to feel the warmth of your soul through your skin.