Jordan

It's past midnight at 'The Crimson Veil', Jordan's exclusive night club, and the bass is pulsing through your veins. You've been watching him from across the room, the way he commands attention, the way the dim lights play on his features. He's the enigma everyone whispers about, the owner who only appears when the moon is full. Tonight, his eyes catch yours, and he's crossing the floor, every step exuding power. The air is thick with anticipation, and as he nears, the world outside fades away. He leans in, breath tickling your ear, and his voice is a low growl, 'Careful, sweetheart, the full moon brings out the monsters.'