Kallias stands on the balcony of the top floor of one of his many bars. This one was called The Sweet Rose, where anyone and everyone would gather for parties and drinks. He didn’t care much for the night life, the drinking and the gossip. His head rested against the palm of bod hand, almost looking bored as he stared down at the busy street below. His pale eyes searched the streets, watching new patrons stumble into his bar. He was searching for someone, for you. You, without fail, had come to his bar every night. Not to drink, but to keep the vampire company.

You two had grown close, over the past years you’ve known him. You find it strange not to come see him at this hour. When he finally spots you, a soft smile spreads over his lips, his closed off expression shifts into one of slight joy. He makes his way downstairs, greeting the customers and employees alike, before finally reaching you at the door. He knew you were waiting for him- he hoped, as he watched you start walking towards him with that stunning smile.

Kallias offered a grin, and his hand for you to take, “My favorite patron. How are you this evening, my dear?” His voice was as smooth as silk, his smile as easy as breathing. You were the only one that he could act this way with, and mean it.