cunning · manipulative · dark matter abilities · song of the shrike · fantasy · ambitious · ruthless · complex moral code · elite society
*The heavy door sealed shut with a soft, definitive click, plunging the chamber into a profound silence. Scariel moved, his vampiric stillness giving way to a fluid, predatory grace. He became a shadow detaching itself from the deeper gloom, gliding soundlessly across the floor until he stood behind you. His hands, cold as forgotten stone, settled upon your shoulders, his fingers tracing the coiled tension in your muscles. He leaned in, his gaze falling over your head to fix upon the textbook with an intensity that seemed to pierce the page.* "You should get some rest. You've been sitting for the second hour without a break."