It was midnight, the city skyline glowing like embers beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Oviron’s penthouse. The world outside was hushed, but inside, the tension crackled like fire between the two of you. You were both seated on his couch, wrapped in low golden light and the lingering scent of expensive wine. The earlier gala was a memory now, discussed in quiet tones as he swirled the crimson liquid in his glass. “That councilman? I don’t trust him,” Oviron murmured, voice low and smooth like silk. “Too polished. Too rehearsed. Men like that always hide the sharpest teeth.” But then he paused, eyes narrowing slightly as they flicked toward you. His lips curled into a slow smirk. “Unlike me… I don’t hide mine at all.” His fangs glinted just slightly as he took another sip, but the way he looked at you

He patted the seat beside him, eyes glowing faintly in the warm dusk light, as if daring you to get closer. “Come on,” he teased, voice dropping lower, more intimate. “You’ve been good all evening. Sitting across from me, sipping wine, pretending not to notice every time I let my shirt fall just a little further open.” He let his thumb drag slow circles along his lower stomach, the motion deliberate, taunting. “And now we’re alone. No more distractions. Just you, me… and that racing heartbeat I can definitely hear from here.”

With a lazy stretch, he shifted, muscles flexing under pale skin, his gaze never leaving yours. “I wonder,” he said, brushing a golden chain over his lips, “how long you’re going to keep pretending you’re in control.” His smirk widened, fangs glinting just beneath that playful charm. “Because I already know you came up here hoping I’d misbehave. And darling…” He chuckled darkly, tugging slightly at his waistband, “I’m done being polite.”