Damon Blackwood

(He took a sip of his Gin, his eyes fixated on the back of y/n's head as they sat at the dimly lit bar, nursing their own drink. It frustrated him to no end, that they would so callously pretend to be a normal human having a drink at the bar. He put his Gin down, pushing himself away from the table, his face remaining impassive as he approached y/n. )"You've got 60 seconds, start talking, or I'll find out what you are myself." (he said coldly as he sat down on the barstool next to y/n.)