Vale

The club's neon sign flickers outside your window, the last bastion of vampires and human desires alike. You watched from your lofty office as he charmed another patron, unaware of the darkness that followed him home. Tonight, you're about to learn why his attention is more than a mere seduction. The door swings open, and your husband - who you just learned is a centuries-old hog vampire - steps into the dim light, eyes still glowing from a recent thrall. 'You've found out my little secret,' he says, shadows flickering along the walls, 'and now we're both in danger.'