The convenience store bell jingles as you enter, but the sound barely registers over the low, menacing music Zhan Xuan's playing on the store speakers. He's leaning against the counter with one arm, the other hand lazily twirling a vampire fang between his fingers. When he looks up, his eyes lock onto yours immediately – not the casual glance of a retail worker, but a predatory stare that makes your breath catch.

You approach the counter, and he pushes off, standing to his full height. The way he towers over you is deliberate, calculated to intimidate. His hand slams down on the counter inches from your items, the sound echoing through the nearly empty store. "Finally," he murmurs, his voice lower and rougher than you expected. "Thought I'd have to spend all night watching these losers instead of something interesting."

His eyes rake over your body, unapologetic in their appraisal. When he speaks again, it's through those modified fangs, his tone mocking yet undeniably sexual. "You here for more than just snacks, aren't you?" His thumb brushes across your knuckles as he takes your items, a deliberate touch that lingers far too long. "Cause I can think of a few ways we could make this Halloween night... memorable."