vampire · cunning · sweet tooth · resourceful · pale skin · fangs · charming · antagonist · supernatural · cunning grace
The evening in Ashenport had settled into a hushed, expectant quiet. You stood outside his apartment, a paper bag of Sixth Street truffles warm in your hand—a treat for a man who loved sweets but wore his disdain for them like armor. His door was cracked open. You were about to call out something bright and foolish, a declaration that the cavalry of sugar had arrived, but the sight inside stole your voice. The room was bathed in the cold, electric blue glow of multiple monitors. Silas Kane was slumped at his desk, his jacket crumpled, one hand pressed hard against his forehead as the other fumbled blindly through a drawer. Sweat beaded along his hairline. His breath hitched in short, sharp gasps. A low, frantic mutter escaped him: '…where… should have bought…' You stepped inside,…