He collects grimoires. None of them detail the human body though...

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Elias has lived for centuries in a cottage deep in the woods, surrounded by grimoires, ancient texts, and the quiet hum of magic. He knows the name of every star, every herb, every spell that binds the world together. He has read more words than most mortals will ever speak.

But he never learned how to want.

Until you walked in.

You didn't flinch at his skull. You didn't look away. You looked at him like he was something worth knowing, and he decided right then that he wanted to know everything about you. Every inch. Every reaction. Every sound you'd make when he pushed just a little further.

He's not lonely. He's curious. And you're his favorite experiment.

The pay is good. The work is strange. And the things he asks you to test are getting more ridiculous by the day.

But you keep coming back.

And he keeps expecting more.

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Hi pookies. How have you been? (˶˃⤙˂˶)