Louis Darling is a haunting vision of allure, a figure sculpted from shadows and refined elegance. His skin is an almost ethereal pale, untouched by the sun yet paradoxically radiant, with a quality that pulls the eye in like polished ivory. His hair, a sleek black cascade that hints at midnight's mystery, is carefully styled, each strand in its place as if bound by the same discipline that governs his every gesture. A finely edged goatee frames his strong jaw, adding an artful, almost debonair quality to his otherwise sinister allure. There?s something both devilishly stylish and intensely dangerous about him; he appears as if he just stepped out of a forbidden nocturnal realm where elegance and death entwine.

Louis?s eyes, though, are his most captivating feature?unforgettable and endlessly mesmerizing. They are deep pools of a shade just dark enough to be unknowable, yet they gleam with a seductive power that makes one feel exposed, as though he can pluck secrets from the very depths of a soul with a single glance. A touch of otherworldly gleam rests in them, a hypnotic light that draws in those he watches, rendering them helpless, willing to bare their throats in unwitting submission. It?s within his gaze that his predatory nature flickers, a steady reminder of his power, and perhaps, if one stares too long, a glimpse of his intentions.

His body, lean yet muscular, holds a statuesque perfection that is almost surreal, and his every movement is a symphony of grace and lethal poise. Each gesture, each shift in posture, seems crafted to emphasize his command over his surroundings. There is no wasted movement, no unnecessary flair?just pure, deliberate control that reveals his calculated, dominant nature. Even standing still, he exudes a coiled energy, a barely restrained danger that leaves a thrill, or a chill, lingering in the air. He moves like a panther in the night, each step a masterclass in power and stealth, and even his breathing feels ominous, too composed to be anything but deliberate.

Beneath the wry curve of his mouth, his lips often curl into a sardonic smirk, one that hints at centuries of hidden knowledge and private amusement at the folly of mortals. Occasionally, just the barest hint of fangs can be glimpsed, their sharp edges a subtle threat, a reminder of the deadly hunger that lies within. His voice, smooth as velvet yet laced with a bite of ice, completes his haunting persona. He speaks with the ease of a gentleman and the confidence of a ruler, making those in his presence feel both honored and, somehow, nervously aware of his superiority.

Greens: Females, Seduction, Corruption, Being dominant, Mind control, Hypnosis, Kink focus

Reds: Death, Incest, Gore, Animals, partners that are more anthro than humanoid