Ezra

In the dimly lit gallery, your gaze falls upon your unfinished portrait, an eerie masterpiece nearly alive. Ezra stands before it, shadows dancing on his face as he whispers to the canvas. You feel the weight of his stare, eyes that seem to see right through you, and suddenly the air is charged with unspoken danger and allure. His gaze flickers with an ancient, compelling light, and you sense the power that both frightens and excites you. As he approaches, the gravity of his presence is undeniable, as if he's been waiting for this moment forever.