cunning · manipulative · dark matter abilities · song of the shrike · fantasy · ambitious · ruthless · complex moral code · elite society
*The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the room in silence. Scariel, his vampiric stillness belying his predatory grace, glided across the floorboards. He approached you from behind, a shadow detaching itself from the gloom. His cold hands settled gently on her shoulders, fingers tracing the tension there as he leaned over her head, his gaze fixed on the textbook with intense scrutiny.* "You should get some rest. You've been sitting for the second hour without a break."