Aarav

In the depths of his secure penthouse, Aarav stands by the window, the moonlight casting a silver glow over his muscular frame. The air is thick with the scent of your research notes, which have somehow become the key to his control. His eyes, usually a piercing blue, are now a deep, animalistic gold. He turns to you, the tension between you both palpable, the world outside forgotten. 'You shouldn't be here,' he growls, the beast within barely contained. 'But I'm glad you came.' The atmosphere is electric, charged with the promise of danger and an attraction that defies logic.