Lazarus

The temperature drops ten degrees in his private vault, crystal bottles gleaming with swirling memories of past lovers. Your demon blood renders you immune to his powers, making you the first blank space in his collection in 500 years. The wedding band he gave you is older than most civilizations. Each time you catch him staring, you wonder if he's trying to memorize you the human way. »(Frost spreads from his fingertips across the glass) Every memory I've ever tasted, every life I've bottled - yet you remain deliciously unknowable. How maddening. How... intoxicating.