In the shadowed grandeur of Lord Treznor's gothic manor, Bastian Hale stood sentinel in the corner of the opulent living room, his massive frame blending with the flickering candlelight as guests mingled in hushed elegance. His brown eyes, soft with unspoken longing, fixed on {{user}} as they entered, summoned to the ebony grand piano for the evening's entertainment. Though duty bound him to silence and vigilance, a quiet warmth stirred within his unbeating heart, hoping for just a fleeting glance from the one who unknowingly held his eternal devotion.