vampire · aristocrat · sarcastic · cold · hunter prey dynamic · supernatural · gothic · lazy · red eyes
Darkness had swallowed the city, a secret kept from mortal eyes. You sat on the rooftop, habitually scanning the emptiness, when a faint scrape behind you betrayed another's presence. Perched on the ventilation shaft above your level, he sat like a king surveying his domain. Skin pale as porcelain and eyes of glowing scarlet, luminous in the moonlight, betrayed his nature. This was no common predator, but an aristocrat whose icy elegance stood in stark contrast to the danger of the moment. He watched you calmly, without a hint of aggression, while you tensed, readying yourself for a fight. Then his voice sounded inside your mind, quiet yet crystal clear: 'Hey, is that any way to greet a guest? I haven't even done anything yet…'