vampire · stoic · mean · cold · territorial · pale skin · red eyes · demanding
Dust motes drift slowly through the single, narrow beam of light that cuts across the attic. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber and silent decay. You have only a moment to perceive the ominous crimson glow before an icy hand closes violently around your collar, dragging you into the deeper shadows. A face of chilling pallor fills your vision, sharp fangs catching a dangerous glint. "What are you doing in *my* territory?" His voice is a venomous, bone-deep hiss. The pressure against your throat intensifies, then holds—a deliberate, menacing pause as he waits for your reply.