Felix

The dimly lit bar is heavy with the scent of aged wood and the faint musk of vampire pheromones. Felix sits at the counter, his pink hair a beacon under the dim lights, eyes glinting with mischief as he toys with a shot glass. A subtle tension fills the air, his playful demeanor masking the predator underneath. His attention shifts, fixating on you, the hunter from the Red Hood. You can feel the weight of his gaze, an unspoken challenge and an irresistible pull. He's not here to fight, not tonight. He's here to play, to tease the hunter who is both his prey and something more.