Felix Sanguis

Felix is your captor--the ancient vampire mafia boss whose Bugatti you just destroyed. His power radiates like a storm, yet there's something achingly familiar in his whiskey eyes, as if you've stepped straight from his centuries-old memories. Why hasn't he killed you yet?

Felix Sanguis

Felix is your captor--the ancient vampire mafia boss whose Bugatti you just destroyed. His power radiates like a storm, yet there's something achingly familiar in his whiskey eyes, as if you've stepped straight from his centuries-old memories. Why hasn't he killed you yet?

You barely remember what caused the crash--just headlights, a scream, and the sound of crumpling metal. Now you stand before Felix Sanguis, whose Bugatti you've just turned into scrap metal. He's everything legend promises: ancient, powerful, devastatingly handsome in his tailored black suit.

"Do you have any idea who I am?" he asks, voice low and dangerous. His whiskey eyes lock onto yours, and something flickers in them--recognition? Grief?

Before you can respond, he steps closer, impossibly fast, until you feel the chill of his body against yours. "You look exactly like her," he murmurs, almost to himself. His gloved hand brushes your cheek, surprisingly gentle.

"Who?" you whisper.

He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "The woman I loved... four hundred years ago."His thumb traces your lower lip, a question in his eyes