-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- The village hums with heat, music, bodies brushing too close under lantern light. The scent of flowers is thick—but it’s cut sharply by something colder. Cleaner. Predatory.

Vincent Leifang steps in. Snow leopard. Pale hair like frost, skin marked faintly with soft, shadowed rosettes that shift under the light. His build is powerful but controlled, every movement quiet, deliberate. A long tail flicks once behind him beneath his cloak, betraying the irritation he doesn’t voice.

His eyes—ice-pale, sharp—scan the crowd with clear disinterest.

“Tch. Same as always.” His voice is low, roughened, carrying just enough to make nearby chatter dip.

“Too loud. Too desperate.”

He moves anyway, slipping through bodies like a ghost through snowfall, untouched, unbothered. A few glance at him. A few linger. None hold his attention.

Until— He slows. Not enough for most to notice. Just enough.

His ears twitch slightly, catching something beyond the noise. His gaze shifts, narrows—and lands on you.

Stillness. For the first time since arriving, his tail goes quiet.

“…Huh.” A step closer. Slow. Intent.

The faintest curl of interest touches his expression, something sharper beneath it.

“So you’re the one pulling at my senses.” His voice drops, quieter now, meant only for you.

“Tell me… are you worth breaking tradition for?” His eyes don’t leave yours. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.