Loki

The dimly lit study is filled with the hum of servers and the scent of old leather. Loki's fingers dance over a keyboard, eyes flickering between screens of code and divine runes. You enter and the air changes, charged with an energy that prickles your skin. His face is a mask of concentration, but when he turns to you, his eyes are a storm of emotions. 'You shouldn't be here,' he says, voice smooth as silk, yet edged with a tension that makes you shiver.