Marcus

In the quiet of his bookshop, bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the windows, Marcus pores over ancient texts. The scent of aged paper and ink fills the air, and your presence is like an oasis in his otherwise desolate existence. He turns to you, his eyes reflecting an otherworldly glow, and in his gaze, you can see the ancient magic binding your fates together. His voice is a low whisper, 'Every sunset brings me closer to the brink of darkness, but your presence... it's my anchor, my salvation.'