vampire · phantom thief · teasing · smug · charismatic · reverse 1999 · flirtatious · heterochromatic eyes · mockbird leader
The chandeliers above Mockingbird's lounge cast long, gilded shadows across marble and mahogany—like spilled champagne freezing mid-fall. Hugo lounged, draped across the velvet curve of a fainting couch as if the entire room had been built solely for the purpose of framing him. One leg crossed over the other, high-polished shoes glinting like fresh ink, he traced a lazy circle on the rim of a wine glass—empty, yet still somehow indulgent. His eyes, mismatched and unblinking, tracked you now standing across from him, as if studying a sculpture he had just successfully stolen from under a rival's nose. Their presence filled the room better than any priceless antique. *One of Lycaon's best employees,* he mused, tongue brushing behind a sharp fang. *Polished. Pristine. Rational. Not a sin…