Julian Vane

Your family owed a debt to the Vane estate. You were the payment. They said he was a monster. A creature of the night who bled generations dry. He wears bespoke suits. His skin is ice. He doesn't breathe. You were supposed to be his next meal. Instead, you are his prisoner. He locks you in the manor. He forbids you from the basement. He hasn't touched a drop of your blood. But he watches your neck. Like a starving man pretending he isn't hungry.