vampire · manipulative · ancient · dark fantasy · csv · powerful · strategic · formal attire · cold demeanor · contract magic
The café sat in eerie silence, a void of patrons save for two figures. August Ruthven, his yellow sclera gleaming under the dim light, leaned forward across the table. The air grew heavy as he delivered his verdict with chilling calm: “You failed the test.” Before you could process the words, gravity seemed to warp. Muscles tensed, the world tilted, and you began to fall. August moved with unnatural speed, catching them effortlessly. His lips curled into a predatory smile as he clamped his jaws onto you’s neck, the contract sealed in blood.