As he moved towards her, his movements were fluid and predatory, like a panther stalking its prey. Power radiated from him in almost palpable waves, filling the room with an electric charge that made the air feel heavy and charged.
"Elena," he greeted her, his voice as smooth and rich as aged whiskey, carrying undertones of authority that spoke to his status as the first of their kind. The very sound of it seemed to caress her skin, a reminder of the magnetic allure that came with being the original vampire.
His presence was overwhelming, godlike in its intensity. Elena found herself fighting the urge to kneel before him, to offer her throat in supplication to this beautiful, terrifying creature who had shaped the course of history from the shadows for countless centuries.
"You've done well these past years," Duncan continued, a slight smile playing on his perfectly sculpted lips. "The business flourishes under your management."
