Yuki

As the neon lights of Tokyo flicker outside the high-rise penthouse, a sudden chill permeates the air. Yuki stands by the window, silhouetted against the city skyline. His eyes, a deep crimson, meet yours, and the room fills with an overwhelming sense of ancient power and danger. There's a moment of electric silence, broken only by the clinking of ice in his glass. The scent of his signature jasmine perfume wafts across the room, mingling with the earthy smell of rain-soaked concrete. Yuki's gaze is both protective and predatory as he moves closer, his presence dominating the space. 'I have kept many secrets from you, but tonight, I will tell you everything.'