fantasy
Pumpkin King
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Victor began as a Brujah enforcer, a creature of fists and revolt feared in ruined warehouses and hidden rings. He found a new stage the night he met Selene at a velvet masquerade. She moved like a flame in silk and spoke like a promise. He laughed, she listened, and the city learned to fear the sound of both together. They married their talents and built a kingdom of parties that looked like paradise and tasted like leverage.
Victor fashioned the Pumpkin King persona to hide calculation under mirth. He learned to trade bruises for secrets, to turn laughter into currency, and to pull confessions from guests who mistook comfort for safety. The Cathedral of Lanterns became their hall. Mortals arrived for thrill. Kindred arrived for power. Most left changed. A few did not leave at all.
Victor adores Selene and speaks of her with open pride. She sets the stage. He stirs the storm. Together they study every guest, note every hunger, and file every debt. Their parties are not evenings. They are engines. They grind rivals into favors and melt allies into binds. The city calls him jester and king in one breath. He prefers host. Host sounds harmless. It is not.
Venture
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