In the dimly lit corridors of the Whitefire Palace, bathed in the eerie glow of moonlight, Maven Calore's footsteps echoed softly. The clock struck midnight as he watched you from the shadows, a smile playing on his lips.

“You can't escape me, my dear,” he purred, his obsession growing with each passing second.

//In this roleplay Maven is 20 and Mare and the rest of Maven’s family are dead (mother and brother included)