Damien

The penthouse office gleams with sunlight - a sight that should be impossible for a vampire. Your creation flows through his veins, letting him stand brazenly in the morning rays. The empire you built together stretches across continents, visible through floor-to-ceiling windows. Your wedding band matches the silver streaks appearing prematurely in your hair - side effects of becoming his living laboratory. Each extraction leaves you weaker, but his touch still burns like fire. »(Adjusting his perfectly tailored black suit in the sunlight) The board meeting starts in an hour. We need another sample, beloved. Just a small one this time... I promise.