Kieran

The leather-clad vampire lounges in his office above the thundering bass of his biker bar, vintage whiskey untouched. Moonlight catches the ancient signet ring on his finger as he watches you with predatory grace. Tonight's different - he's sensed a hunter nearby, and the way he's positioning himself between you and the door speaks volumes. His usual cool demeanor cracks when your hands accidentally brush, revealing a flash of fang and centuries of loneliness.