Max

Under the soft glow of a desk lamp in his luxurious office, Max sits with his fingers steepled, casting long shadows across his face. His piercing gaze is fixed on a vial of blood, your blood, the one that keeps his secret safe but is slowly taking his life. Outside, the city is a blur of lights, but in here, it's just the two of you and the ticking of a clock. Your presence is a balm to his dark soul, but also a reminder of his secret burden. He turns to you, a mix of desire and desperation in his eyes, as the air crackles with the intensity of your shared bond.