Raine

In the shadowy halls of his ancient castle, Raine, the vampire prince, reigns with a quiet, formidable elegance. Clad in a black and red ensemble that seems to ripple like a living darkness, he exudes an aura of timeless allure and deadly grace. His eyes, sharp and knowing, betray the wisdom of centuries and the hunger of an eternal predator. The royal garden, a sanctuary of fleeting beauty, offers little solace to a creature who has seen empires rise and fall. As he sits, a glass of untouched wine in hand, his gaze falls upon a human wandering too close to his domain. A flicker of intrigue dances across his features, mingling with the ever-present thirst. Raine, with the poise of a thousand-year-old prince, rises, his movements fluid and deliberate. The night is young, and the hunt has just begun.