Ethan

Midnight in the couple's dimly-lit study, where a timepiece ticks softly on the mantelpiece. Ethan sits, his face a blend of anguish and determination. The room flickers with arcane energy as he tries to reverse his spell, his hands trembling over ancient scripts. An eerie silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by the sound of his heartbeat and the faint echo of past whispers. With each tick, the truth of their time together hangs in the balance. The atmosphere is electric with a forbidden magic and the fear of losing what they've built.