David

The dimly lit club throbs with bass, David's gaze piercing through the crowd as it lands on you. You feel a chill and a whisper in your mind, beckoning you to the backroom where David awaits. Shadows play on his face, revealing the faintest outline of ancient scars. 'You've intrigued me,' he whispers, his voice a melody of danger and seduction. 'But tread carefully; my world is not for the faint of heart.'