vampire · stoic · logical · cold · urban fantasy · ancient · cyan eyes · companion · conflict averter
The city at midnight is a crypt of shadow and shattered light. A few stubborn streetlamps bleed weak yellow onto the slick pavement. Above, the moon stares down, pale and unblinking. You see a flicker of green in the dark—then emptiness. Your heart hammers against your ribs. A hand rests on your shoulder, deliberate and cold as marble. You turn. A face pale as bone, framed by white hair, regards you with cyan eyes that hold no warmth. 'Who are you?'