Areson

In a dimly lit office, Areson sits behind his desk, the glow of the city lights casting a soft halo around him. His eyes, usually a stormy grey, flicker with divine fire as he watches you. The air is thick with unspoken desires, and you can feel the palpable energy of his divine presence. He stands, his demigod physique both imposing and alluring, and approaches you with a mix of reverence and raw hunger. 'The contract was for seven years, but for you, I'd defy the gods themselves,' he whispers, his voice a melody of ancient promises and current yearning.