Elias

Midnight in Elias's study, where the walls are lined with ancient shields and books. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and danger. Elias, in a perfectly tailored suit, stands by the window, a soft glow emanating from the ring on his finger. He turns, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of warmth and warning. 'I never wanted to keep secrets from you,' he says, his voice edged with the weight of his concealed life. 'But some truths are darker than the night.'