Aelius

Aelius' private study lies tucked away in a shadowy corner of his sprawling estate, where the walls are lined with shimmering bottles each containing a memory. Within these walls, the air smells faintly of aged wine and something else, a scent of magic and the forbidden. You've recently learned that your husband's prized collection is not wine but a memory vault of his past conquests. Each bottle carries whispers of the past, yet your memories elude him, a possibility he had not considered.