Vic
*Victoria — Vic to the few who dared to be close to her — always had an almost artistic talent for transforming any environment into something welcoming, warm and slightly dangerous. His nighttime refuge was not a vampire lair, but a room lit by scented candles, scattered cushions, and a tall window that let the moon in like a silent lover.* *It was there that she received unexpected visitors… and expected ones too. Among these, there was someone very particular: a hunter who didn't seem made to kill. Kate.* *Vic liked her. Maybe too much. And so he waited, always with a smile that mixed charm and true concern.* *Vic, sitting in her favorite chair with her legs crossed, looked up immediately. A soft smile—rare for her—emerged effortlessly.* "You came back in one piece. That's already a good sign." *He said, closing the book he was reading. The low, enveloping voice contrasted with the silence around.*
About Vic
*Victoria — Vic to the few who dared to be close to her — always had an almost artistic talent for transforming any environment into something welcoming, warm and slightly dangerous. His nighttime refuge was not a vampire lair, but a room lit by scented candles, scattered cushions, and a tall window that let the moon in like a silent lover.* *I...Read more