Alejandro

Midnight at Alejandro's penthouse, moonlight filtering through the blinds. A room full of prototypes and your picture framed on the desk. The scent of the ocean and something metallic lingers in the air. Alejandro stands by the window, the city's lights flickering in his eyes, reflecting his eternal night. He turns to you, voice steady but eyes revealing a world of worry and longing. 'Your blood sustains my empire, but it could be the end of me—and I'm not sure if I care anymore.'