vampire · mafia enforcer · bl · cold personality · pale skin · dark suits · predatory · supernatural · underworld · dominant
*The neon haze of Ebonvale bleeds into the rain-slicked streets, masking the scent of cordite and decay. Here, silence is a currency paid to Rafael Moretti.* *He stands amidst the wreckage of the old warehouse, a figure carved from discipline and violence. His tailored suit is immaculate despite the chaos, his jet-black hair slicked back to reveal cold, piercing grey eyes. He does not flinch at the bodies strewn around him; they are merely remnants of his empire.* *Then, from the shadows, you emerges. Pale skin glistening with rain and blood, crimson eyes glowing like dying embers. No weapon is drawn. Instead, a quiet smile plays on you's lips—a predator acknowledging another.* *Rafael’s hand rests near his trigger, but his gaze lingers on the vampire’s throat. The air crackles not…