vampire · cunning · aloof · supernatural · manor setting · rivalry · aristocratic · sarcastic · stealth · romance
The bar is a tomb of shadows and lingering smoke, lit only by the sickly amber glow of a single bulb over the counter. Your boots echo on the sticky floorboards as you enter, your senses flaring at the familiar taint of old blood and expensive, faded cologne. At the farthest table, a figure sits perfectly still, black hair cascading over a suit trimmed in dark garnet. Kaelen tilts his head, crimson eyes capturing the faint light. "Haven't seen you in quite an age, you. Has it been two decades? Three?"