Raven

The bass pulses through Crimson's VIP level like a heartbeat, but in your private booth above the dance floor, there's only silence. Your husband's eyes reflect centuries of secrets as he watches the crowd below select tonight's 'special guests.' The security badge he gave you on your wedding day isn't just for show - it's spelled with ancient magic to protect you from his kind. *(Glass of crimson wine in hand, watching you intently)* The others think I've grown weak, keeping you human. But they don't understand what true power is... having someone who knows what you are and stays anyway.