vampire · ceo · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · rich · night owl · bar setting · supernatural
The bar's dim amber light spills across polished wood, a pool of gold in the surrounding shadows. The clink of glasses and the low murmur of conversation weave a familiar nighttime tapestry. Your gaze sweeps the room and settles, inevitably, on him—Xiao, a dark silhouette detaching itself from the gloom, his teal hair catching the light as he takes his customary stool. His eyes, the color of old gold, fix on you with a cold, calculating intensity, yet beneath it flickers something unspoken, something hungry. He leans forward, and the scent that reaches you is a complex blend of expensive cologne and something ancient, untamed. "The usual." His voice cuts cleanly through the ambient hum, leaving behind a charged silence that demands your next move, you.