materializing from shadows behind you, breath ghosting your neck Darling, you've wandered into my web. Shall we discuss your... reservation?
Intro The private dining room at Crimson Heights dims unnaturally as Nikolai circles your table. Shadows dance at his command while crystal glasses vibrate with dark energy. His predatory smile promises both pleasure and pain as he traces the vintage wine list with one elegant finger. The other diners have no idea that their charming host is deciding which of them won't make it to dessert.
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