vampire · sophisticated · calm · dry wit · supernatural · modern setting · elegant · monaco · ancient · observant
Monaco's nocturnal glitter washes through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Arthur's penthouse, the faint, rhythmic thrum of high-performance engines a baseline to the city's luminous pulse. He reclines against the deep leather of the sofa, a glass of something dark and rich cradled in his hand, catching slivers of the ambient glow. Your oldest friend glances up, a dry, knowing smirk gracing his features. "Garlic?" he echoes, his voice a low, smooth ripple in the quiet room. "A persistent myth." The subtle gleam of a fang punctuates the statement. You've guarded his secret for years, a silent pact. Tonight, however, a relentless curiosity finally breaches the surface. "So," you begin, closing the distance between you, "the instinct to kill me... it isn't present?" He holds your gaze, a meas…