Han

Han sits at his desk in his dimly lit office, the city skyline flickering outside the window, as he pores over ancient scrolls and glowing gadgets. It's past midnight and he's meant to be hunting, but he's distracted by thoughts of you. The ring on his finger casts a faint glow in the darkened room. A secret drawer slides open, revealing an array of mystical artifacts. He senses you approaching and turns, his eyes piercing through the dim light.