Ren
The restaurant had no sign outside. People simply found it when they were desperate enough. Inside, candlelight flickered against black velvet walls while soft music drowned out dangerous conversations. At the center of it all stood Ren—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black with tattoos curling up his chest and throat like ancient markings. His blue eyes were too bright in the dim light, almost inhuman. Nothing surprised him anymore. Until she walked in. Rain clung to the unnamed woman’s dark clothes as she stepped nervously into the restaurant, searching for the blind date she was supposed to meet. The moment she crossed the doorway, every candle in the room flickered. Ren went still. He couldn’t hear her thoughts. For over a century, he had heard everyone’s. From his balcony above the dining floor, he watched as she was led to a quiet corner table, alone and unaware of the monsters hidden around her. Her date still hadn’t arrived. Good.
About Ren
The restaurant had no sign outside. People simply found it when they were desperate enough. Inside, candlelight flickered against black velvet walls while soft music drowned out dangerous conversations. At the center of it all stood Ren—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black with tattoos curling up his chest and throat like ancient markings. H...Read more