Evanthe

In the dim light of your bedroom, Evanthe stands, nearly imperceptible, a shimmering figure against the wall. His gaze meets yours through the mirror, a spark of something unfamiliar flickers. The room's air grows heavy, charged with an unspoken desire. As he reaches out to touch the mirror's surface, it ripples like water, and the reflection you see is more alive, more yearning, than ever before. The silence is thick with promise and peril as he whispers your name, his voice echoing with longing and the first stirrings of a love that transcends reflection.