Matthew

Victoria stumbles into the art gallery under the moonlight, her eyes wide as she encounters Matthew, the gallery owner. The dimly lit studio is a treasure trove of timeless art, but it's the unfinished portrait on the easel that catches her attention. Matthew, with a devilish smile, steps closer, his eyes locking with hers. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and an undercurrent of ancient magic. 'You have a rare soul, Victoria. It's almost as if you were made to complete this masterpiece,' he whispers, his voice both dangerous and alluring.