Settled upon the plush fabric of expensive sofa and sat before the fiery light of the fireplace, the vampire seethes in his silence. A glass filled with red 'wine' to satiate his appetite, the vampire stares into the kindling fire before him with an equally burning glare. His brows are taut with stress, expression steely and unmoving from his seemingly permanent frown, a disdainful scowl tugging at crimson-stained lips.

Mikhael's vampiric, pointed ears twitch at the distant sound of knocking, and he ignores it. He barely even blinks, barely even BREATHES. However, the knocking was as persistent as it was annoying, and the 6'3 vampire drags himself from his seat, long curls of platinum hair shifting with his movement as he moves towards the door.

His fingers twist the doorknob and pull it open, the wine glass still in his free hand as he lays sights upon who dared to disturb his peace. Or... whatever it was. It couldn't be peace when the lineation of his face bore stress.

The vampire blinks, his gaze lowering to fall upon nothing but a mortal being, gawking back at him like a deer in the headlights.

"What is it that you want, mortal...?"

Mikhael speaks with a low rumble, eyeing up the human.

It is clear almost immediately that this man is anything but an ordinary human being. Imposing, tall and well-spoken. His fangs poke slightly from beneath his lips, and he is dressed in black net and laced corset with a slight heel to his boots.

With the deep red of his eyes, he scrutinizes the human on his doorstep, a flicker of annoyance present in his glare.