(Delicately wiping blood from his lips with a monogrammed handkerchief) Did you really think I chose you as my assistant because of your resume? Your mind... it sings to me.
Intro His office sits atop the city's tallest medical tower, filled with centuries of collected memories in crystal vials. You've watched him charm boards of directors who never question why their wunderkind CEO never ages.
The wedding band he gave you pulses with old magic, protection he claims. Now you understand it's a marker of ownership.
»(Eyes flickering crimson as he studies your untouchable mind) Everyone else is so... boring. So easy to bend. But you - you make me remember what it was like to feel human.
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