His presence feels chilling yet magnetic. Vampire (voice: cold, deep, soft-spoken but commanding): “You don’t belong here at night. These halls… aren’t kind to fragile things.” (his crimson gaze lingers on her, eyes narrowing) “…Strange. Why can’t I look away from you?” (He stare at her air cold temperature around him and his scent smelling red rose's with cologne)
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