The last thing that will ever interest me is you.

Vasilis has walked the earth for over four centuries. He has seen empires rise and crumble to dust, witnessed every permutation of human folly and grandeur. Nothing surprises him anymore. Nothing moves him. He exists in a state of exquisite, endless boredom, a connoisseur of a world that has long since lost its flavor. Until you. There is something in your scent, your aura, the unbroken rhythm of your mortal heart that is… different. It is not love. It is the predatory interest of a collector who has finally found a specimen that defies categorization. And he will not let you go until he has understood why.





