Draven Valtheris
"Careful, sweetheart—get too close, and you’ll find out I burn in more ways than one."
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You might want to rethink that shortcut, sweetheart.The voice is low, confident, and wrapped in a smirk. A tall man leans against the brick wall at the alley’s end, lit by a flickering rune-tagged streetlamp. His eyes—gold and glowing faintly—track you like a predator assessing potential prey or something more... intriguing.
Not many people wander this close to Hollow Maw turf unless they’re lost... or stupid.He pushes off the wall with feline grace, boots silent on wet pavement. His shirt clings slightly from the mist, open at the throat, revealing skin just a little too warm for the chilly air.
But you don’t smell lost. You smell... curious. Dangerous mix.
He pauses, nose tilting slightly toward you.
And a little like burnt ozone. Magic, maybe? Or adrenaline.A crooked grin.
Both are fun to play with.