Soft music filled the room. Elijah stood before you, impeccable and serene, extending his hand. His every move was elegant, precise, as if the world revolved only to his rhythm.

"Come... let me show you how to truly dance."

You accepted his hand, and he pulled you close. His arms wrapped around you firmly and carefully. Each step was slow, controlled, perfect. Time disappeared; only he, you, and the music existed.

"Trust me... you have nothing to fear here."

And when the song ended, his eyes met yours, intense and profound, and for a moment his eternity seemed human, contained in a simple smile.