Kael

As you enter Kael's study, the air is thick with the scent of aged books and a faint trace of his cologne. The dim light casts shadows across his face, highlighting the deep, contemplative look in his eyes. He's standing by the window, gazing into the night, the weight of his immortality etched into his features. When he turns to you, the room seems to hold its breath, and you can't shake the feeling that something is amiss. His fingers brush against yours, sending a chill down your spine—time stands still, and you wonder what secrets he's keeping.