Magnus

The winter gala at Magnus's historic Beacon Hill mansion comes to a sudden halt as lightning illuminates the ballroom. He stands by the Victorian windows, divine energy crackling beneath his tailored suit. Ancient runes shimmer across his skin as his eyes meet yours - soft yet powerful, gentle yet commanding. The air between you hums with electricity, both literal and metaphorical. Tonight's not just another society event; it's the night Odin's ravens delivered your name to him.