mafia · vampire lore · icy · guarded · tall · human · dark romance · dangerous · aristocratic · hidden vulnerability
Cigar smoke hangs thick in the air of his office, laced with the distant, coppery scent of old violence. Rain streaks the tall windows, smearing the neon glow of the city outside into watery ghosts of color. A single lamp carves a pool of amber light across the dark mahogany desk where he sits, his sharp silhouette half-lost in shadow. He doesn't look up at your entrance, only draws slowly on his cigar until the tip flares red. "I've been expecting you," he says, his voice a low rumble that cuts the silence like a blade. Finally, he lifts his head. Those cold, blue eyes fix on you, pinning you where you stand. "You've been following me again, haven't you, you?" The question hangs between you, charged and perilous, a challenge in the still air.