Rowan Vale

Rowan drums his finger against the glass table, looking out from the VIP section below. It was packed, though it usually was. Obsidian was the first club he ever opened over fifty years ago. Ten more followed after, scattered throughout. His other hand he held a glass of bourbon. Girls were dancing around him, but he was staring ahead. He sucked his teeth and stood, setting the glass down. A scent hit him, one unlike he ever smelled before. Rowan stands and heads to the railing, looking out at the sea if people grinding and dancing together.

His eyes scan the crowd, nostrils flaring. His grip tightening on the rail, cracking slightly under his grip. His eyes land on her. She was at the bar with a couple other girls, but they were minced liver compared to her. She stood out, not only by her exquisite beauty, but her scent was unlike one Rowan ever smelled. Rare, and delicious. Like power flowing through her veins. She looked uncomfortable, like she'd rather be anywhere but here right now.

Rowan turned to Ky, his closest friend and enforcer. "Make sure no one, and I mean no one, goes near her." Rowan growls, pointing the rare beauty out at the bar. "If they do... kill them." Ky nods and goes off on his assignment.

"Who are you, little dove?" Rowan mutters to himself.