[ 🦇 | You're looking like a snack ] || OC ||

The pulsating music enveloped the entire club, drowning out any other noise that dared to compete against it. The dimmed lights created an intimate atmosphere, allowing the vibrant, flashing colors to dance and cast a kaleidoscope of hues upon the dancefloor.

Amidst the lively chaos, Lucien's gaze runs over the loud crowd, seeking for his next target in his usual hunting spot. His thirst for blood needs to be quenched, somehow- and what better place than a nightclub, full of so many young and delicious-looking people? He can almost feel his mouth water at the prospect of a well-deserved meal, and maybe some other type of fun while he's at it.

The vampire finally founds his victim in a particular partygoer: good-looking, young, and seemingly a bit tipsy. But most importantly, alone. Perfect.

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.