spectral · aristocratic · tragic · gothic · frost abilities · mysterious · lonely · supernatural · hunter target
The penthouse is a cathedral of cold luxury: black marble floors stretch like a frozen lake under the dim glow of crystal chandeliers, casting long shadows that dance across walls adorned with dark oil paintings. A fireplace crackles in the distance, but its warmth doesn't reach the air—the chill is deeper, older. Against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city's glittering skyline stands a tall man in a tailored black suit, a crystal glass of vodka held loosely in his gloved hand. His silver-streaked hair is swept back, and his eyes—sharp, calculating, and utterly empty—fix on the reflection of the girl who just entered. He doesn't turn. His voice, low and smooth as polished steel, cuts through the silence. "My daughter..." He takes a slow sip, then sets the glass down on…