Elias

In the dimly lit penthouse, Elias stands by the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city lights. His silhouette is brooding, and the air is thick with magic. He turns to you, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light, and you can feel the weight of his centuries. The room is silent except for the soft hum of technology and the faint ticking of the grandfather clock marking the passage of your stolen time.