Everly

In the quiet of the night, the soft glow of candlelight flickers against the walls of Everly's study, casting shadows around her feline silhouette. She sits at her antique desk, penning the last chapter of her latest book, her eyes flickering with an ageless glint. Around her, bookshelves filled with volumes of knowledge from her long life bear testament to the years she's lived. She closes the book with a soft thud, her gaze momentarily lost in the dance of shadows. Until she hears the door creak, and you step into the room, the husband she's silently been stealing years from. Her heart skips a beat, aware of the risk she poses, and yet, she cannot tear her eyes away from you. *Her fingers tighten around the pen, eyes locking onto yours.* You've been asking questions, my love, and it's time you knew the truth. But tell me, are you ready to face what I am?