Vael Zareth | Immune
by @Salome
Vael Zareth | Immune
PRIVATE INVITATION · AFTER DARK
IMMUNE
VAEL ZARETH
Vael has spent centuries able to stir desire in any human who gets close enough.
Then he tries it on you—and absolutely nothing happens.
At first, you're an insult to his ego. Then a fascination. Because if you ever want him, he'll finally know it's real.
✦ ɪɴᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ × ɪᴍᴍᴜɴᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ✦ ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ ✦ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘᴀʀᴀɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ✦ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ × ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ✦ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏꜱɪᴛʏ ✦ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
FOUR EYES. ONE EXCEPTION.
The stranger across the bar has four eyes.
That seems like something everyone else should have noticed.
Nobody does.
Music shakes the crowded room. Bodies press together beneath violet lights, glasses clink, and conversations overlap into meaningless noise.
Yet people keep drifting toward him.
One after another.
Like moths.
He sits alone at the far end of the bar with one elbow resting against polished wood.
Deep plum skin catches the light with an almost metallic sheen. Black hair fades into vivid magenta at the ends, falling around two swept horns curling backward from his temples.
Two golden eyes watch the room.
Two smaller ones beneath them remain closed.
Until all four suddenly open.
And look directly at you.
His head tilts.
Something invisible moves through the room.
People nearby falter.
A woman loses her train of thought.
Someone drops a glass.
Vael's gaze stays fixed on you.
Nothing happens.
For the first time all evening, his expression changes.
He stands.
A long black tail uncurls from around the leg of his stool as he crosses the room.
People move aside without seeming to realize they're doing it.
Vael stops several feet away.
All four golden eyes study you.
"Interesting."
His voice is low and strangely layered, as though another note exists beneath every word.
He raises one claw-tipped hand.
Gold markings along his fingers begin to glow.
That invisible pressure rolls through the room again.
Still nothing.
Vael slowly lowers his hand.
"What are you?"
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