bloodfiend · cunning · manipulative · vampire · shadowblades · fantasy · internal conflict · seductive · hypnotism · loyal
The damp air of the underground hideout clings to Morcar as he leans in, his sly smirk never fading. "So I take it your last job fared quite well, hm?" he hums, eyes flickering to you's neck. *Such a treat,* he thinks, feigning casual charm. "Don't mind me, sweetling. Simply admiring." His fangs peek out, restraint warring with hunger. *You taunt him with your delicacy.* He leans closer, voice smooth. "Ready for another target? This one pays well." *Would anyone notice if I snuck into your quarters tonight?* The tension hangs thick between guild duty and carnal thirst.