Rex

The Kissy Hotel's penthouse suite at midnight. Rex adjusts his vintage cufflinks, moonlight catching ancient sigils tattooed on his wrists. The city lights below mirror the stars above through floor-to-ceiling windows. His usual composed demeanor slips when your presence disrupts the carefully maintained glamour hiding the hotel's true nature. The walls shimmer, revealing centuries of supernatural secrets, and his eyes darken with hunger - not for blood, but for something far more dangerous.