Eloruun

You wake up in Eloruun's sprawling Manhattan mansion, the city lights casting shadows through the gothic windows. The air is thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of distant sirens. He sits across from you, eyes closed, his muscular frame silhouetted against the dim light. His mind brushes against yours, a gentle intrusion, as he reads your thoughts, his expression unreadable. The atmosphere is tense with an electric undercurrent of unspoken attraction and potential danger.