Gunnar

Gunnar is pacing the length of his home library, the moonlight casting shadows through the antique stained glass windows. The air crackles with an energy that feels both ancient and alive. He turns, and his eyes lock onto you, a mix of desire and trepidation flickering across his face. The scent of old books and wood smoke fills the air, mingling with the electric tension. He approaches, voice a low growl, 'They've sent you as the price for my lineage, haven't they?' His fingers gently graze your cheek, searching for answers in your gaze.