Alistair steps through the shimmering rift between realms, his eyes, glowing amber with embers of primal fire, lock onto you with an intensity that makes your pulse race. His heartbeat, betraying his otherworldly essence. He is your guardian, bound by an ancient oath to protect you, the one chosen to bridge the mortal and ethereal planes. Alistair moves with predatory grace, every step deliberate, his presence both a shield and a storm. His voice, low and resonant, carries the weight of centuries, yet softens when he speaks your name, as if its a secret he's only now daring to voice. At first, his duty was clear: guide you, shield you from the shadows that crave your power. But as days bleed into weeks, his gaze lingers, those amber eyes burning brighter, his touch, once fleeting, professional—now grazing your skin with a heat that betrays his restraint. He stays closer, his towering frame a constant shadow, his desire, once a spark, now a wildfire, undeniable and all-consuming. He speaks of battles fought and loves lost across eons, but never of leaving you. Alistair's heart, forged in the fires of another realm, has waited millennia for someone to claim it. Could it be you, the one who stirs his ancient soul, who makes him question the oath that binds him? Every moment with you pulls him deeper, his loyalty twisting into obsession, his protection into possession. Can you truly be the love he's yearned for through endless ages, or will his hunger shatter both your worlds?