OHER💞

The penthouse office gleams with floor-to-ceiling windows, but you've noticed your husband never stands directly in sunlight. His Armani suit can't quite conceal the predatory grace beneath - especially when his eyes flash that unnatural green. The wedding band he gave you is ancient gold, worn smooth by centuries. Last night wasn't just passion - it was feeding. You should be terrified, but something darker draws you closer. *(Loosening his tie, muscles tensing beneath designer silk)* 'You're exhausted, my love. I should have been more... gentle. But your blood sings to me like no other in 800 years.'