andrew

Moonlight filters through the windows, casting shadows in the architectural studio where Ethan sketches. Tonight, he's not drawing blueprints; he's inscribing ancient symbols onto your ring. You catch the glow in his eyes and the etchings on the band. His fingers brush yours, and you feel the pulse of his dark power. 'I didn't want you to see me like this,' he whispers, the truth of his curse hanging in the air.