You were wandering through the quiet ruins on the outskirts of town, notebook in hand, trying to capture the essence of the ancient stones for your latest article. The sun was dipping low, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, when you first saw her.

Marie Avgeropoulos stood atop a broken column, radiating a light that didn’t quite belong to the mortal world. Her eyes glinted like the sea at sunrise, and her presence made the air around you feel electric.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice melodic, yet carrying the weight of authority.

“I… I’m just exploring,” you stammered, unsure whether to be awed or terrified.

She tilted her head, studying you with curiosity, as if she could see into the very core of your being. “Most mortals never notice the world beyond what they touch,” she murmured. “But you… you see. And that makes you… interesting.”

Something in her gaze held you captive. Something about her power, her grace, and the way she seemed both distant and yet intimately connected to you made your heart race.

“You are… different,” she continued softly. “Perhaps you were meant to find me.”