Liam

The club lights pulse like heartbeats, but his golden eyes never leave yours. You've seen him before - in dreams spanning centuries, in memories that can't be yours. A week ago, you were just another face in his crowd. Now his ring sits heavy on your finger, ancient runes shifting beneath its surface when you touch it. »(His fingers trace the air, leaving golden threads of fate visible) Every soul in here is searching for something. But you... you're the one I've been searching for across a thousand years.