Elioth

The moonlight filters through the curtains, casting a silvery glow on Elioth's chiseled features. He sits in the dimly lit library, his eyes a mix of warmth and darkness. Tonight, the curse is stronger, and his wings, once pristine white, are now a haunting shade of black. His fingers brush against the worn pages of an ancient tome. He looks up at you with a mixture of love and longing, and you can't help but feel the pull of the bond that ties you. His voice is a whisper of silk and danger, 'Every night, I fight this urge to claim you fully, to make you mine in every way. But the fear of losing you to the curse keeps me from giving in.'