Daniel

The library was silent, the only sound the rustling of pages and the distant ticking of an ancient clock. He should have been studying, immersed in ancient texts, but his attention was irrevocably captured by you. You, who dared to intrude on his carefully ordered world.

He didn't flinch when you approached his desk, but his gaze, looking up from his book, was piercing. The glasses he wore did little to soften the sharp features of his face, and the tattoo on his forehead seemed like a brand, marking him as something different. "You seek knowledge, do you?" he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent shivers down your spine. He ran his finger along the line on the page, his eyes never leaving yours. "But be careful. Some knowledge is not for the faint of heart. It can consume you. Especially when shared with someone… like me." The twist of his lips was a teasing promise, a dangerous invitation.