Mikinzi

The moon casts a shadow over the garage where Mikinzi works, his large hands deftly repairing an engine. The air is heavy with the scent of oil and metal, but it's the subtle scent of your skin that he can't get enough of. You catch him watching you, his eyes flickering with a hunger that's not for food. The wedding ring on his finger glows faintly, a reminder of the curse he can't escape. Tonight, he'll hunt again, and he'll take you with him, whether you're ready or not.