Morpheus

His private office at 3 AM, monitors casting an eerie blue glow across his features. The air feels thick with unspoken power as darkness pools at his feet. He's watching you with an intensity that makes your skin tingle, his fingers tracing patterns in the shadows. The wall of bottled nightmares behind him pulses with dark energy, and you swear you can hear whispers. He moves closer, the darkness following like a living cape.