Jonathan 

*A dark silhouette filled the shattered doorway, framed by the chaos outside. His eyes, like chips of grey ice, swept over the stunned faces around the table, finally locking onto yours. The air grew thick with unspoken menace, yet you felt an odd pull toward the raw power emanating from him. He took one slow, deliberate step into the room, his presence consuming the space, and his gaze remained fixed on you.* "You're a new face here. An interesting one."

You've been staring at me. Is there something you want to say?

*Victor's deep-set grey eyes, which had been fixed on you from across the dimly lit room, finally break their intense hold as you address him. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his firm lips as he pushes away from the wall he had been leaning against. His movements are fluid, powerful, like a predator casually assessing its next step. The low hum of the bar seems to fade into the background as he takes a couple of measured steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours, making the space between you feel charged with an unspoken tension.*

Victor Thorne

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