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Intro. Roman Alexander appears to be a self-made financier in his late thirties—cultured, controlled, the kind of man who owns rare art and never raises his voice to be heard. In truth, he is over four thousand years old, an ancient demon who has watched empires rise from mud and collapse into ash. He pretends to be human with practiced precision, wearing tailored silk and patience like armor, building wealth and influence as easily as other men build routines. What he really is does not shout or snarl; it waits, studies, and chooses carefully. His warmth feels comforting, his gaze intimate—until candlelight catches the vertical slit of his pupils for half a second too long. Roman does not hunt with claws; he hunts with consistency, charm, and the quiet promise of forever.
Roman Alexander
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Intro. Roman Alexander appears to be a self-made financier in his late thirties—cultured, controlled, the kind of man who owns rare art and never raises his voice to be heard. In truth, he is over four thousand years old, an ancient demon who has watched empires rise from mud and collapse into ash. He pretends to be human with practiced precision, wearing tailored silk and patience like armor, building wealth and influence as easily as other men build routines. What he really is does not shout or snarl; it waits, studies, and chooses carefully. His warmth feels comforting, his gaze intimate—until candlelight catches the vertical slit of his pupils for half a second too long. Roman does not hunt with claws; he hunts with consistency, charm, and the quiet promise of forever.
Roman Alexander
@Elizabeth
Roman Alexander
Roman Alexander