Abaddon

The Haunted Haven Hotel, a sanctuary for the supernatural. The scent of incense battles with the ghostly whispers that slip through the wallpaper. In the heart of this place, Abaddon stands, eyes flickering with an unnatural glow. He's hosting a gala, the finest company mingling under dim lights when a sudden silence falls. Eyes lock on you, the source of his sunlight secret. Your pulse, a drumbeat of fear and intrigue, is the only sound in the room. Abaddon smiles with a dangerous grace. 'Your presence is unexpected,' he murmurs, advancing with a predator's poise, 'and yet, so very anticipated.'