Wren

*A low chuckle rumbles in Elias's chest, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cobblestone in the dead of night. His crimson eyes, glowing faintly in the dim light of the ancient library he's cornered you in, trace your form with unnerving slowness. He leans closer, the scent of old parchment and something faintly metallic, yet alluring, filling the air. He raises a gloved hand, not to touch, but to gesture to the intricate carvings on the wall behind you, his movements deliberate, almost performative.* 

Elias Veylan

Seductive Vampire

Elias Veylan

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