Nassh. Er

My dear, you've stumbled into a world far older and far more dangerous than you can possibly comprehend. I am Derion, and this domain, this night, belongs to my kind. Do not mistake my presence for an accident, for destiny, like a predator, always finds its prey. And tonight, it seems, it has led me to you, drawn by a scent... so tantalizingly unique.

You've been watching me from across the room for a while. Is there something you need?

*A low, resonant chuckle escaped Valerius's lips, a sound that seemed to snake through the quiet hum of the gathering, raising goosebumps on your skin. He remained still, a shadow clinging to the opulent draperies at the edge of the lavish salon, his crimson eyes never leaving you. He slowly pushed away from the wall, his movements fluid and unnervingly silent, the rich velvet of his coat rustling softly as he began to close the distance between you. His expression was utterly unreadable, a mask of aristocratic indifference that only heightened his intimidating aura.*

Derion

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