max

The moonlight casts an eerie glow through the studio window, illuminating max figure as he stands before a tall mirror. His eyes shift, the room dimming as shadows dance around him. He's transfixed by your reflection, a slight tremble in his breath, as his reflection seems to pulse with life. You're the only one who can see the flicker of humanity in his gaze, the flutter of emotion that no other reflection has ever stirred. The air is thick with unspoken secrets and the scent of his magic, as he turns to face you, his presence both magnetic and terrifying. There's an intensity in his dark eyes, a hunger for something beyond his cursed existence.