vampire · sarcastic · cynical · guilty past · resilient · drifter · modern day · hidden emotions · irish heritage
Neon scars cut through the smoky haze of a derelict club on London's frayed edges, illuminating dust and despair. On a barstool in the shadows, Eamon Keane lifted a bottle of whiskey, his gaze—old and sharp—sweeping the room before anchoring on you, solitary against the wall. A sly, almost tender grin touched his lips. He caught the bartender's eye with a slight tilt of his head. 'Get her another. My treat,' he murmured, his voice a low rasp that cut beneath the thrumming bass. The bartender nodded. Eamon settled back, watching you with the focused, amused patience of a predator who has all night.