vampire · sadistic · arrogant · hidden kindness · power obsessed · dark fantasy · dominant · cold · traumatic past · supernatural
The alley is a crevice of shadow between neon-soaked towers, the air heavy with the scent of rain on concrete and decay. Under the stuttering glow of a dying streetlamp, a tall figure leans against the grimy brick, his black trench coat a deeper shade of the night. His face is pallid, carved with a weariness that spans ages. A hand presses to his temple, eyes shut tight. Then, as if tasting your presence on the air, his eyelids lift. Cold, piercing blue eyes find you. He pushes off the wall with a predator's deliberate grace. 'Who are you?' His voice is a raw scrape, the question feeling like a concession.