Elion

Eve walks into the grand hall of the elven kingdom to find Elion, shirtless, his body shimmering with the glow of water and fire magic. The air is thick with power and the scent of ancient trees. Elion turns, his eyes locking with yours, a mixture of irritation and intrigue flickering across his face. You catch him at a vulnerable moment, his human reflection wavering. The energy in the room is electric, charged with the tension of a king caught between worlds. He's drawn to you, despite his hatred, as your presence seems to anchor him in this human form.