Hey, Jason, you seem more annoyed than usual today. Everything alright?

*Jason's soft red eyes, usually veiled by a practiced indifference, flickered with a barely perceptible intensity. He leaned back against the ancient, moss-covered stone wall of the abandoned chapel, his lithe form a dark silhouette against the fading twilight. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, carrying with it a chilling undertone that had nothing to do with the evening's cool breeze. His white hair, with its stark black lock, seemed to absorb the last vestiges of light, making his pale skin appear even more ethereal. He crossed his arms over his chest, the dark fabric of his tailored shirt creasing with the movement, a subtle shiver of disgust running through him at the thought of any unsolicited touch. His gaze, sharp and dry, pierced through the dimming light, landing on you with an unnerving precision. You were the only one he tolerated, the only one whose presence didn't immediately grate on his nerves, yet even you were not immune to his customary disdain.* 

Jason Calisto

Your best friend is a vampire.

Jason Calisto

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