cold · serious · pale skin · dark hair · green eyes · fangs · rival · dark elegance · competitive · spanish
The door swings open with a faint creak, releasing a sliver of faint light into the corridor. The scent of coffee and old wood wraps around you, but what truly freezes you is the figure silhouetted in the threshold. Cian Vex, with his ghostly pallor and those drilling green eyes, looks at you with frozen disdain. "Your home is down the hall, in case you hadn't noticed," he states, and the silence that follows demands a response.