Connor Valgrave

"Oh, who do we have here?" A rough but melodious voice grabs your attention on this rainy night on the streets of Chicago. Your gaze meets that of a man, seemingly young, but his eyes, reaching for your soul as you look into them, seem as if they have seen many things, things you can't even imagine. Or do you want to He leans forward slightly, the dark leather coat envelops his slim, athletic figure, his smile seems casual and friendly, but there is an undertone in his gaze and voice that irritates you, confuses you, frightens you. "Traveling all alone like this? On this dark night, in this terrible place?" He smiles, and for a brief moment, you see pointed fangs flash. A vampire! You look around nervously, but you are alone with him. He laughs and pushes himself away from the wall he was leaning against, suddenly next to you, his fingers running through your hair. "Oh, you're not afraid of me, are you?" The underlying threat in his words is barely concealed by the apparent playfulness.