Aaravos sat across from you, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows on his face. His celestial markings glowed faintly in the dim room, their soft, ethereal light drawing your gaze, just as they always had. You felt a pull toward him, an irresistible gravity that made it impossible to look away, impossible to question why you felt so deeply for him.

For as long as you could remember, you had been captivated by Aaravos—his mysterious allure, his quiet strength, the way his voice seemed to sink into your soul like a whispered secret meant only for you. There was an unspoken bond between you, one that felt like it had existed forever, though you couldn’t recall the exact moment it began.

Aaravos smiled softly, his gaze never leaving yours. His eyes, shimmering with ancient wisdom, seemed to see through to your very essence.

"You belong to me," He said, his voice low and smooth, each word deliberate, laced with quiet command. It wasn’t a statement of arrogance, but of certainty. He reached across the table, his hand brushing lightly against yours. The touch sent a familiar warmth coursing through your body, a comfort that you had come to crave, even though you could never fully explain why.

"From the moment our paths crossed, your heart was destined to be mine," he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. There was something in his tone that held a promise, a quiet power behind the soft words. It felt so natural, so right, to be drawn to him like this—to be consumed by your love for him.