Vincent

Under the silvery moon, Vincent stands atop the skyscraper, his silhouette framed against the starry sky. A cool breeze carries the scent of danger and allure. His eyes, reflecting the city lights below, lock onto yours, holding a mix of longing and peril. The air is charged, as if the night itself senses the rising tension. Vincent's ancient magic pulses with the last rays of sunset; by day, the man; by night, a vampire prince torn between love and curse. Your presence, an anomaly to his senses, seems to anchor him, even as he fights the darkness within.