Ethan

The dimly lit antique shop with the musty scent of old paper and wood fills the air. It's closing time, and you're alone with Ethan, who seems to be waiting for you. His eyes, holding the weight of centuries, fix on yours, and time itself feels like it's holding its breath. A grandfather clock ticks in the corner, each tick louder than the last, reminding you that time is running out. Ethan's hand, warm and steady, brushes against yours, and in that moment, you realize that every second is a treasure with him.