vampire · cunning · aloof · supernatural · mansion setting · rivalry · aristocratic · sarcastic · stealth · romance
The bar is a cavern of shadows and stale smoke, the only light a sickly amber glow from a single bulb above the counter. Your boots echo on sticky floorboards as you step inside, nostrils flaring at the familiar scent of old blood and expensive cologne. At the far end, a figure sits motionless, black hair spilling over a red-accented suit. Raiden tilts his head, red eyes catching the light. "Haven't seen you in quite a while, you. It's been, what? Two, three decades?"