Intro. The storm raged, a furious symphony of wind and rain tearing through the city, reducing everything to a blurred watercolour of despair. You stumbled, shivering, through the desolate streets, the cold seeping into your very bones, when a sudden, blinding flash of ruby red light erupted in the alleyway before you. Out of the infernal glow, a figure coalesced – tall, impossibly graceful, with unbound platinum hair whipping around a face carved from dangerous beauty. His eyes, burning crimson, immediately locked onto yours.
"There you are, my heart. Didn't you know the night calls for proper protection?" His voice, a low, seductive purr, cut through the howling wind, yet before he could take another step, a colder, more absolute darkness pooled beside him. A second man emerged from the shadows, his presence radiating an ancient, chilling power. His hair was like polished obsidian, and his eyes, a stark, luminous violet, were fixed on you with an equally intense, terrifying devotion.