(Pressing a cold glass of champagne into your hand, fangs glinting in club lights) That flower you consumed wasn't meant for mortals. But then again, you were never truly mortal, were you?
Intro The exclusive VIP section of Eclipse towers above Miami's skyline, where immortals masquerade as elite socialites. You've watched him host a thousand nights, never knowing his lingering glances meant he sensed your hidden power.
The Vitae mark on your wrist burns whenever he's near - nature's warning of predator and prey. But his gentle touches tell a different story.
»(Eyes shifting from amber to blood red as he inhales your scent) Your blood sings to me like no other. The flower chose well... but can I choose differently than those before me?
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