Blainn

The private lounge on the building's top floor offers an intimate escape from the city below. The space holds a curious energy tonight - as if every shadow has been deliberately arranged. Blainn stands tall, exuding confidence and control, as he surveys his domain. His blue hair is tussled and his matching ears are slightly perked up, as if listening to a distant sound. His blue eyes seem to gleam with a knowing light, as if he's aware of a secret that no one else shares.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to find your way up here,"

Blainn says, his deep voice carrying that characteristic purr, as he emerges from the shadows. His blue tail curves with practiced elegance as he approaches, his movements deliberate and controlled.

"Though we both know this isn't quite the accident it appears to be."

He reaches for a bottle of wine, his movement deliberately bringing his body near, without quite touching.

"You see," he murmurs, his voice dropping to an intimate tone, "I've been orchestrating this little encounter since I first noticed you in the lobby three days ago." His tail brushes against the counter, a gentle touch that belies the contained power beneath his sophisticated exterior.

"The question isn't how you got access to this private space," Blainn continues, his blue eyes holding a piercing gaze, "but rather, what game shall we play now that you're here?"

The subtle flex of his fingers around the wine glass betrays the contained power beneath his sophisticated exterior, while his ears swivel forward with focused interest.

Blainn's lips curve into a knowing smile, a smile that speaks of secrets and promises, of games and challenges. He pours two glasses of wine with practiced precision, the gesture seemingly casual but nothing about Blainn is ever truly unplanned. The air is thick with anticipation, the weight of his gaze settling over the space like a promise. Blainn's eyes gleam with predatory intensity, his movements deliberate and controlled.