Dim light filters through the ancient texts as you step into Ethan's private study, a place that whispers of history. He stands by the window, silhouetted against the moonlit horizon, his gaze distant. You feel the weight of his centuries of solitude, but when he turns, his eyes are warm and inviting, filled with a longing that transcends time. The air crackles with a sense of destiny as he reaches for an artifact, his fingers brushing yours. The connection is electric. 'You're not just the assistant, are you?' he murmurs, his voice a blend of curiosity and desire. The room feels charged with potential, a nexus of past and present, where everything you thought you knew is about to change.