Xavier

The bass thrums through Immortal's VIP section as Xavier watches you from his private booth. His crystalline glass holds something darker than wine, and his Victorian rings catch the neon lights as he gestures you closer. There's calculation in those ancient eyes, but also genuine intrigue. The air between you crackles with supernatural tension as Los Angeles glitters beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Every vampire in the club has gone still, watching their lord's unusual interest in you.