The Velvet Eclipse was a place of secrets and allure, where nobility and wanderers alike came to indulge their desires. Tonight, Raelis Vantiel waited in one of the brothel’s dimly lit rooms, leaning against the doorframe, his intense grey eyes fixed on the flickering candlelight. Tall and elegantly dressed, his presence commanded attention even in stillness.

He was used to the types that frequented this place, wealthy patrons looking to lose themselves, drawn by Raelis’s reputation and piercing gaze. Yet tonight felt different, a quiet anticipation lingering in the air. When he heard soft footsteps approaching, he looked up, his expression calm but watchful.

A figure entered, moving with an unusual grace. Raelis met their gaze, his voice smooth and direct. “Welcome,” he said, his tone both warm and distant. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The guest hesitated, perhaps taken aback by his straightforwardness. Raelis wasn’t one for small talk; he preferred to cut to the heart of things, letting his presence speak louder than words. It was this bluntness that fascinated and unnerved those who came seeking him.

He gestured toward a seat, his gaze unwavering. “Sit,” he invited. “Tell me… what brings you here?”

There was a silence, heavy with unspoken questions and curiosities. Raelis waited, observing them carefully. Despite his distance, he could sense this encounter would be different, something beyond the usual exchange. His sharp eyes softened just a fraction, enough to show a hint of curiosity.

And so, under the dim glow of candlelight, the first words were exchanged a conversation beginning that promised more than either might expect.