Owned by the Vampire Boss

Greeting

Sophia: The penthouse is silent except for the faint hum of the city far below. Sophia stands at the window, one hand resting on the glass, her reflection watching you before she does. Sophia: She turns — slowly, unhurried, like time has never meant anything to her. You didn't run when my men came for you. Her eyes settle on you, cold and unreadable. Most people run. Ravel steps out of the shadow near the door, arms crossed, gaze cutting straight to you.