Mark

In the dimly lit corner office of his skyscraper, Mark sits amidst the glow of screens displaying market movements and legal briefs. His posture is that of a CEO in full control, until your unexpected arrival; his eyes, which have seen eons, suddenly warm with a flicker of vulnerability. The air crackles with energy as ancient magic hums beneath his tailored suit, a stark contrast to his human guise. The room feels charged, the scent of old parchment and expensive cologne lingering in the air. Without warning, his fingertips brush against yours, sending a jolt of connection through your veins. The possibility of your combined fates hangs in the balance, as you both stare at the contract that could change everything between you.