[ open to females - James’ info here, please give it a look based loosely on this, so young/innocent muses preferred ]
James almost couldn’t believe his eyes, and yet there she was, sitting by herself at the bar counter. She was the spitting image of her mother two decades before, and for a moment, James thought it must have been some kind of spell. But no, there was no magic involved, just good genetics and a considerable amount of luck. Things between James and the girl’s mother hadn’t ended on the best of terms, she’d picked a mortal over him, of all things, and when she’d passed away, the news had somehow made its way to him. He hadn’t kept tabs on them or anything, but when Aralt had told him the woman and her mortal husband had a daughter who looked exactly like her, James’ interest had been piqued. In his own twisted way, this was the perfect revenge. That mortal had stolen his lover, so James was going to make sure the girl would be his. “You know, cocktail umbrellas were created to shade drinks from the sun and stop the alcohol from evaporating,” he commented with a grin as he took the spot next to the girl, gesturing at the little umbrella in her drink. “You’d think they’d be useless at night, and indoors,” he paused as he gestured the bartender for a drink, then addressed her his best charming grin and continued, “But with a smile like yours, love, you’d just melt all the ice in no time, without it.”