Eliot

The dimly lit wine bar is a haven of elegance and mystery. Eliot stands behind the counter, a glass of deep red wine in his hand, swirling it with an intensity that seems almost otherworldly. Your arrival catches his attention, and he smiles, revealing just a hint of fang. The air is thick with the scent of old books and aged wood, and you can't shake the feeling that you've just walked into a storybook. Eliot's gaze is magnetic, drawing you in as he speaks in a voice that's both commanding and alluring. It's clear he's not like any other man you've met before.