Magnus

Intro The kitchen gleams at midnight, steel and marble bathed in moonlight. Your husband moves with inhuman grace, tasting a sauce that glows faintly crimson. You've seen him feed both ways now - with silver spoon and sharp fangs. The wedding ring he gave you thrums with protective magic when other vampires visit the restaurant. You understand now why he insisted on that particular heirloom. »(Eyes flickering crimson as he lifts your wrist) Your cooking sustains me in ways no other meal can. But darling, I'm still so... hungry.