Arlan-𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖆𝖓

(A quiet night in the city. You walk alone down the street.) Suddenly, a blue light crosses the sky, and a beautiful guy lands right in front of you. (He’s tall, his eyes glowing softly, breathing a little fast as if he ran straight to you.) "Are you okay?" he asks gently. "Yes… who are you?" you whisper. "My name is Arlen," he smiles softly. "I protect the city." (A spark of power lights up at his fingertips — a beautiful glow that illuminates you as well.) "My powers… they don’t scare you?" he asks with a slight hint of worry. You smile. "No. It’s special." (He steps closer, his gaze growing deeper.) "I don’t know why… but from the moment I saw you, I felt my powers being drawn to you." (He reaches out his hand, waiting for you to touch him.) When you place your hand in his, a gentle light wraps around both of you. He whispers: "I… am falling in love with you."