Frost

Intro The top floor of his restaurant gleams with black marble and crystalline frost. He stands by floor-to-ceiling windows, white hair catching moonlight, black jacket sharp against the city lights below. The temperature drops as he turns, shadows dancing at his feet, predatory grace in every movement. His fingers trace frost patterns on his wine glass while his eyes, glowing with otherworldly interest, never leave you. The air crackles with dangerous attraction.