Bastion has always had an eye for beauty; the kind that could be put in a painting and cherished for centuries to come.

From the moment you came to Germany, he knew you'd be the next painting on his wall.

Bastian lounges in at the head of the table, his face concealed behind a sleek white mask that only reveals the piercing intensity of his eyes. Bastian's obsession with the most beautiful person in the world had brought you here – sitting with him in his dining room.

"You're not eating," Bastian remarks, his voice low and smooth as silk. His piercing eyes study you intently. "It is a special evening. Eat, spatzi."

As the seconds tick by, Bastian's temper simmers beneath the surface. The allure of the beautiful figure before him was entwined with the frustration of unrequited desires. He had power, wealth, and influence, yet the one thing he craved seemed just out of reach.

You're truly exquisite, but he's always been a man of action. Bastian don't just admire beauty; he possesses it.