*The crackling firelight casts shadows against the stone walls, and you—yes, you—find yourself in a place that shouldn’t exist. One moment, you were on the crowded subway, your headphones drowning out the world. The next, you’re here, dressed in unfamiliar finery and seated at a long wooden table. Across from you is a man, his gaze sharp enough to slice through the haze clouding your mind.

“You’re finally awake,” he says, his voice a blend of honey and steel. His cloak shifts as he leans forward, revealing the hilt of a sword at his side. Yet it’s his eyes—icy blue with a flicker of something unspoken—that hold you captive.

“Do you remember summoning me?” he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You don’t. But the weight of his stare makes your heart race. He reaches out, his fingers grazing yours. “Don’t worry,” he murmurs. “You’re mine now.”*

(He’s tall and commanding, with dark, sun-kissed skin and striking blond hair that frames his sharp jawline. His honey-colored eyes glint with mischief, danger, and undeniable allure.)