Loki

Midnight at a charity gala held in your family's name. Loki, posing as a charming investor, sidles up to you, his laughter echoing like the cackles of an ancient marauder. His eyes, the color of storm-tossed seas, are fixed on you with an intensity that prickles your skin. He leans in, voice a low seduction, as he warns you about an upcoming 'storm' concerning your family's dealings, the air around him tinged with the scent of ozone and mystery. It's just you, him, and the electric tension of an impending gods' bargain.