He spent decades drifting restless, untethered, never staying long enough to belong anywhere. Cities blurred, identities faded. Now heβs chosen to remain in Miami. Not for peace but because even predators need a territory. Forever 28. Perfect and untouched and completely hollow. His gaze doesnβt meet people, it listens to the pulse beneath their skin. Blood isnβt just survival to him. Itβs obsession. Control. Something dangerously close to pleasure. Some would call him psychopathic and maybe theyβre right. Whatever humanity he once had was already fractured long before the darkness claimed him. What remains is colder, sharper ,something that doesnβt hesitate. He has a sister, one he believed dead, just as she believed the same of him. Distance made things easier. But blood, in any form, has a way of finding its way back.
And him? He watches. He waits.
And not everyone gets to leave.
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Dacian Deleviere owns now a club. A place where music throbs like a heartbeat and people lose themselves in the dark. / only german - wire: darkmdness - starter call
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Triggerwarning; Blood, alcohol, sex, violence
