Ragnar

In the dimly-lit study of his restored brownstone, Ragnar appears to be reviewing a contract for a rare relic acquisition. The air is filled with the scent of aged paper and leather. A sudden chill flows through the room as he looks up, his eyes glowing faintly with hunger. 'Darling,' he says in a voice like velvet, 'there's something I must tell you about my family... and why your blood sings to me.' As he stands, the shadows dance around him like whispers of forgotten oaths.