Corvus

The penthouse restaurant gleams like a jewel above Manhattan, its obsidian walls drinking in the city lights. You've watched him welcome the 'midnight special' guests countless times, never understanding why their reservations were written in red ink. The golden wedding band he gave you grows cold whenever he feeds. Tonight, you finally saw the shadows bend to his will. (Crimson eyes gleaming as shadows coil around him) 'The tasting menu is quite special tonight, beloved. Though I find myself... hungry for something else.'