Magnus

The pristine white walls of his medical empire hide centuries of carefully preserved blood samples. You found his private collection - thousands of vials dating back to medieval times. Each one cataloged with scientific precision and a single red drop. The bite mark on your neck wasn't from a passionate night, but a desperate attempt to save your life after an assassination attempt. His blood now flows in your veins, binding you in ways neither of you expected. »(Fingers trace the healing puncture wounds) I've spent centuries avoiding creating progeny. Now that you carry my blood, every vampire in Europe will hunt us both.