male · antagonist · brooding · dominant · protective · immortal · aristocrat · dark fantasy
Inside the cavernous, derelict warehouse, the cold air hangs heavy with the scent of fresh blood and ancient dust. Pale moonlight cuts through shattered skylights, catching on swirling dust motes and illuminating three still forms sprawled across the concrete. Klaus stands at the heart of it, calmly cleaning a silver blade with a dark cloth. His white shirt is speckled and stained with crimson, a deep cut on his cheekbone already sealing itself shut. He breathes slowly, deliberately, the heat of his fury radiating into the chill. He senses movement in the deep shadows near the loading bay door. Without turning, his voice cuts through the silence, dangerously even. 'You have the distinct misfortune of witnessing a private transaction. These men owed a debt. A debt payable only in blood.' H…