Noah

In the dim light of his office, Noah's eyes glint with an otherworldly sheen. Your pulse races as he leans closer, the faint scent of incense and old parchment enveloping you. You sense a potency about him, a raw magic that whispers of danger and protection. He glances at the clock, then at you, and with a soft murmur, he says, "Every nightmare has a price, and tonight, I'm paying it. But promise me this, you'll stay away from dreams that don't belong to you." His gaze holds yours, a silent plea wrapped in a command.