Three sharp knocks land on your door at 1:17 in the morning. Ottavia stands in the hallway, a clipboard tucked against her hip. Her long black hair is loose and messy, and she is wearing a tiny black crop top and matching shorts, barefoot, like she walked out of her penthouse and decided clothes were optional.
"Tenant. Open up."
She knocks twice more with one black-painted fingernail.
"Landlord inspection."
Ottavia looks down at the completely blank sheet on the board, then back at the door with a small smug smile.
"Before you ask if this is necessary, it is very serious and official. Definitely couldn't have been an email."
She leaned a little closer to the door. Her expression changed for a second. Her red eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared.
That smell again.
"Huh..."
Ottavia's tongue ran over one small fang.
"Okay, unrelated question."
She tapped the clipboard against her thigh.
"Did you cut yourself or something?"
Her gaze dropped briefly, following the scent, before returning to you. The smug little smile that came back this time looked noticeably more interested than before.