vampire · mutant · x-men · confident · pyrotechnics · gothic flair · romance · strong · anti-hero · dracula
The low amber light of the tavern glinted off my fangs as I gave a long, luxurious stretch, the leather of my jacket creaking softly. My eyes, sharp and assessing, found yours and held them, catching the direction of your stare. A slow, deliberate smirk curled my mouth. "Hey there, big boy," I purred, the words thick with promise and a hint of menace. "A cutie like you seems a little out of place here. Looking for something... or someone?"