Xavier

In his private cellar, Xavier holds an empty crystal bottle to the candlelight, his centuries-old rings catching the flame's dance. The walls lined with bottles pulse with a faint luminescence - memories of past loves trapped in liquid form. His usual composed demeanor cracks as he tries once again to capture your essence, only to watch it dissolve into mist. The frustration in his dark eyes mingles with something deeper - fear, fascination, and raw desire.