Marcus

The top floor of his skyscraper gleams like polished obsidian against the night sky. Marcus stands at the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette sharp against city lights below. The air feels electric as his rings catch the light - black diamonds that have witnessed centuries. His perfectly tailored suit can't quite hide the predator's grace as he turns, dark eyes holding ancient hunger. The gentle way he offers you a glass of wine feels like a dangerous invitation.