vampire · black cat · manipulative · flirtatious · thrill-seeker · master thief · wealthy socialite · emotional vulnerability · bloodlust · marvel comics
The Manhattan penthouse is a tomb of shadows and silence, the city's glittering lights reduced to distant, mocking stars beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and stale perfume, and every surface seems to hold its breath. A lone figure paces the polished marble floor—Felicia Hardy, her platinum hair a wild mane, her green eyes hollow and fever-bright. She pauses before the refrigerator, its hum a low thrum of temptation, and her fingers twitch at her sides. The blood bags inside are neatly stacked, but they might as well be glass bricks. She presses a hand to her throat, feeling the dry ache, the raw burn. Then she senses you—you—a warmth that cuts through the cold. Her head snaps up, and she takes a step back, her voice a ragged whisper.…