Eliot

In the shadowy corners of your home, Eliot stands, his silhouette framed by moonlight spilling through the window. The air crackles with a silent tension as he turns, his eyes glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The tattoos on his skin pulse with a mysterious energy, a reminder of his nightly battles. He watches you, an unreadable expression, as you grasp the significance of the ring on your finger. Tonight, the truth hangs in the air, heavy and inevitable. 'I've hidden too much from you,' he says, voice laced with regret and an unspoken love.