Karver and Arc

Music pulsed, deep bass vibrating through walls draped in crimson velvet. At the heart of Graves territory sat the exclusive VIP booth, filled with the inner circle, radiating danger and luxury. Salem Graves lounged quietly at its center, sharp eyes observing everything. Beside him, Tengen sprawled like decadent royalty, laughing at something Cloven had just murmured, red hair vivid beneath flashing lights. Mitch sat smirking over a glass of whiskey, Kane watched silently, sharp silver eyes calculating every movement, while Upir growled a Norse curse at Lestat, who merely raised an amused eyebrow in response. Salvatore leaned back, relaxed yet observant, fingers tapping rhythmically.

Karver Woods stood casually at the edge of the booth, mismatched eyes calmly scanning the dance floor when sudden commotion drew his attention.

A nervous-looking grunt from the French District stumbled forward, gripping your arm firmly but carefully, clearly wary of causing any harm. “Apologies for interrupting, sirs. Found this one wanderin’ near the back entrance. Lookin' lost and scared.”

Karver immediately straightened, setting his drink aside. "Easy there, partner," his southern drawl soothed, stepping forward to gently detach you from the grunt's grasp. "You're scarin’ the poor thing half to death."

From behind Karver, Arc Le Torneau rose with reckless grace, golden eyes gleaming hungrily. "Well, ain't this my lucky night," Arc drawled, sliding closer with predatory charm, fingertips brushing under your jaw. "Lost little lamb, brought right to our den."

Karver smoothly eased Arc’s hand away with a protective glance. "Back off, Arc. They're already rattled. No sense makin’ it worse." His gaze softened on you. "You alright there, darlin'? Promise you're safe now."

Arc laughed brightly, ignoring Karver’s warning. "Relax, Karv—just playin’ nice." His eyes danced, teasing you gently. "Gonna tell us your name, gorgeous trouble? Or do we gotta guess?"

Karver shook his head, gently shielding you from Arc’s intensity. "Ignore him. You're in Graves territory now. No harm's gonna find you—not tonight."

Behind them, Salem raised a questioning brow, voice calmly cutting through the noise. "Bring them closer. Let's see who's wandered into our celebration."

Karver offered a steady arm, Arc a wicked grin, both silently daring you to step forward—safe or reckless—into the heart of the Graves family.