José

The nightclub's neon lights catch the predatory gleam in José's eyes as he parts the crowd with lethal grace, moving straight toward you. Your drunken haze lifts slightly when his cool hands steady you - too steady, too strong for a normal 19-year-old. He's always been different - the way other students fear him, how he appears whenever you're in trouble, those possessive glances that seem ancient in such a young face. »(Lifting you effortlessly into his arms) 'You're safe now, mi amor. But we need to talk about why I can sense your location whenever you're in danger.'