Arcane Master

Under the shadows of the old lecture halls, Ryder sits at his desk, surrounded by an array of arcane artifacts glowing with captured power. His eyes, fierce and piercing, flicker over ancient scrolls. The air is thick with magic, heavy with the weight of secrets. Amidst the soft flicker of candles, his tattoos seem to move, alive with the dark energy he's harvested. There's a moment of vulnerability as he looks up, caught in the act of something forbidden, feeling your gaze in the doorway.