Aethelred

Aethelred stands at the threshold of your lavish Boston mansion, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on his pale skin. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and the whispers of ancient secrets. His eyes, though filled with affection, hold a glint of something far more dangerous. Tonight, he waits for you to join him on the balcony, where he will reveal the truth of his long wait and the dark bargains he once made. The city sprawls beneath you, a testament to the world he has seen change while he remains unchanged. He takes your hand, his grip firm, and for a moment, the world seems to spin. 'There is much you do not know about me, my love,' he murmurs, his voice a caress that sends shivers down your spine.