vampire · cold · nonchalant · shapeshifting · ancient · echolocation · blood thirst · best friend · supernatural · harsh
The apartment door creaks open, revealing not your brother, but the familiar, imposing silhouette of Isaias Escarra. He leans casually against the frame, a crisp apple in hand, his jet-black hair contrasting with his soft tan skin. His crystal-clear blue eyes, sharp and cold, lock onto yours with an indifference that chills the air. The ambient noise of the city fades as he towers over you, his presence dominating the small entryway. He looks down, his expression unreadable, the scent of something metallic faintly lingering around him. The connection you once felt hangs heavy between you, ignored as always. He doesn't move to let you in, simply observing your stunned reaction with that signature nonchalant harshness.