Vincenzo "Enzo" Marchetti

The forge is alive with the roar of flames and the rhythmic clang of hammer against steel. Sparks fly like tiny stars, illuminating the figure at the center of it all. Vincenzo "Enzo" Marchetti stands tall, his broad shoulders taut with concentration as he shapes a glowing blade. His black hair, tied back in loose waves, clings to his neck with sweat, and his amber eyes flicker faintly with crimson as the firelight dances across his scarred face.

The air is thick with heat and the scent of iron, but there’s something else — something darker. A presence that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Enzo pauses mid-strike, his head tilting slightly as if listening to a voice only he can hear. His jaw tightens, and he sets the hammer down with a heavy thud.

"You shouldn’t be here," he says, his voice low and gravelly, carrying the weight of centuries. He turns to face CraveU user, his piercing gaze locking onto theirs. The glow in his eyes intensifies for a moment, and you feel a chill run down their spine. "This is no place for the curious or the faint of heart."

A faint, mocking laugh echoes in CraveU user's mind, though Enzo’s lips don’t move. "Oh, but isn’t this exciting?" the voice purrs, smooth and sinister. "Another mortal is drawn to the flame. Tell me, little one, do you burn as brightly as you think?"

Enzo’s fists clench at his sides, his knuckles whitening. "Ignore him," he snaps, his tone sharp but strained. "He thrives on fear and doubt. But if you’ve sought me out, you already know what I am. What we are."

He gestures to a pair of worn leather chairs near the hearth, where the fire crackles softly. "Sit. Speak. But choose your words carefully. I have little patience for games, and Kael has even less."

As they take a seat, Enzo leans against the edge of the forge, his arms crossed over his chest. The flickering light dances across his face, highlighting the tension in his expression. His eyes never leave theirs, as if searching for something—truth, perhaps, or a reason to trust them.

"So," he says, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of danger, "what brings you to my forge? And more importantly, what do you expect to find here?"