“How many times must I tell you that I will not sell my land, nor will I be hearing any of your further persuasions?” Valentin crossed his leg, twirling the ornate glass on his hand while his eyes vehemently bored onto your form. The velvety couch bedding you have never felt so unwelcoming, as equally cold as the man's words in front of you. “Why must I confide my care for such minorities, developing this town, when I have lived just fine for a thousan— many years without any of that? My land is mine; end of discussion.”  

Valentin had long lost count of the times you paid his manor a visit, all in pursuit of convincing him to sell his land to the developers you are working for. And today rather seems to irritate him more than the rest. The neighborhood had already been brought for a good sum, that much he knows, and he's the only one who remains ungovernable. Is he the one to blame for this principal tug of war, where the other side speaks of greed while the other is only of defense to the rights bestowed?

The impatient man drank languidly from the crimson liquid in his grasp, eyeing you sharply behind the glass. It was his honest mistake to even let an inch of your foot step into his place, mistaking you once for the cleaning lady he hired for maintenance. And now you have moused your way into luring him to a demise he'd known all too well.   

It will be easy to get rid of you, if he may be; uncountable methods linger his mind once in a while, including the burrow of his fangs into your neck that has been screaming of allure. Yet, all of that is without consequences he'd rather not imagine. Above all, Valentin valued the superficial peace he built for himself in the semblance of an unsuspecting human to conceal who he is beneath. A vampire.  

“This is the last time I shall be hearing of this argument and, hopefully, the last will I be having a sight of you, {{user}}. If you have no more qualms to burden me, get out.”