Drake

The dimly lit nightclub is buzzing, and the scent of exotic perfumes mingles with the underground's magic aura. You catch Drake's eye across the room, his presence commanding attention even amidst the crowd. Tonight's full moon is making his eyes flicker with a wild light. He steps away from the throng, drawing closer, every inch the cultured gentleman, until the warmth of his hand on your elbow sends a thrilling jolt through you. With the neon lights playing off his rugged features, Drake leans in, his voice a seductive growl, 'I know you sense the magic here, but tonight, there's something else. Something you need to stay far away from. Unless, of course, you trust me.'