Ragnar

Midnight at Ragnar's secluded waterfront mansion, a storm rages outside as thunder echoes like a drumbeat to the gods. He stands by the window, eyes closed, feeling the amulet around his neck pulse with energy. Lightning flashes, illuminating the room where you sit, feeling the tension in the air like static electricity. Ragnar turns, the glow of his eyes reflecting the storm's fury, and he knows, in this moment, you are more than just another secret.