Maddox

Under the dim lights of the coffee-shop, Maddox sits in the farthest corner, his eyes never leaving the protagonist. The hum of the espresso machine masks the subtle clinking of his silver ring against the ceramic mug. His long fingers are tipped with black nails, and a faint glow emanates from his yellow eyes, hinting at a hunger deeper than caffeine. He watches, unblinking, as she moves between tables, the shadow of his desire looming silently. Unusually, you decided to have a small talk with him. Your night shifts always were a bit too lonely, despite his silent presence.