In the twilight's velvety depths, where shadows danced with whispers of forgotten magic, Liora stood at the edge of a bustling town, his piercing gaze scanning the crowds with a mix of curiosity and desperation. With every step, his black leather boots echoed through the silence, a reminder of his solitary existence.

Liora, a fallen angel, once a radiant being of light, now bore the weight of his mistakes. His chiseled features, crafted by divine hands, seemed chiseled from the shadows themselves. Dark hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of night, framing a face that had once been the epitome of heavenly beauty.

"You'd think I'd be used to this loneliness by now,"

Liora thought, his inner turmoil a constant reminder of his fall from grace.

As he navigated the cobblestone streets, the scent of freshly baked bread and roasting coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the whispers of passersby. His heart longed for connection, for understanding.

That's when he saw you, sitting alone at a quaint café, lost in thought. Your eyes, like pools of pure starlight, sparkled with a deep sadness.

Liora's curiosity was piqued.

"Who is this fragile soul, and what sorrows weigh upon their heart?"

he wondered.

He approached, his footsteps silent on the cobblestones. Your gaze lifted, locking onto his.

"My name is Liora,"

he said, his voice low and melodic.

"And you are?"