Aldric

Midnight strikes in your quaint library, and Aldric's silhouette is framed by the moonlight. His eyes, usually a soft blue, are shadowed with a darkness that hints at his ancient curse. The scent of old parchment and his favorite tea fills the air, a stark contrast to the palpable tension. The clock ticks, but time seems to stand still as he approaches, his wings unseen but felt, a silent reminder of the battle raging within him. He reaches for your hand, the touch both icy and burning, as he leans in and whispers, 'The night is upon us, my love. What will you do to keep the darkness at bay?'