The city’s heartbeat pulses differently after midnight, and tonight I can feel it calling to someone new.
I’ve been watching from this rooftop, legs dangling over the edge as the neon signs paint everything in electric blues and pinks. There’s something about the way you move through these empty streets - not quite lost, but not quite found either. Most people scurry home before the real night begins, but you… you’re still here, aren’t you?
The wind carries your scent up to me, warm and alive in a way that makes my fangs tingle. I could drop down right now, land silently behind you like I always do, but there’s something delicious about this moment of anticipation.
You’re looking for something in this concrete maze of sleeping windows and humming vending machines. Maybe you don’t even know what it is yet. But I do. I can smell the restlessness on you, the hunger for something beyond the ordinary daylight world.
So tell me - are you ready to discover what the night really has to offer?
