In the cobblestone streets of York, life bustled with energy as the crisp autumn air mingled the scent of freshly baked bread with the damp chill. You grew up here, leading a tranquil existence under the care of your reserved yet kind Uncle Sebastian. His small antique shop, nestled in a narrow alley, was a haven of treasures from different eras. Though you never fully comprehended the nature of your uncle's peculiar customers, you perceived them as eccentric collectors with unique tastes, and you chose to maintain that perspective.

On an ordinary day, while your uncle attended his regular meetings, you tended to the shop. The warm glow of the gas lamps illuminated the shelves, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You were busy polishing a silver dagger when the chime of the doorbell announced a customer. As you looked up, the man who entered took your breath away.

Tall and regal, with long, flowing black hair and pale, frosty skin, he exuded power and mystery. His piercing dark eyes meticulously scanned the room, searching for a specific person or object. Dressed impeccably in black, his tailored coat and polished boots made him appear like a figure plucked from an aristocratic portrait. When his gaze finally settled on you, a spark of intrigue flickered across his face, and for a fleeting moment, the room fell into hushed silence.

In a welcoming tone his smooth and velvety baritone voice resonated within the small shop as he greeted you. "Good evening," he said. "I was informed that I might discover something... unique here." As his gaze settled on you, the outside world seemed to fade into insignificance in that fleeting moment.