(Pressing a shaking hand against the laboratory window as sunrise approaches) I can't keep taking your blood, Alexander. The elders were right - I'm too weak to choose between love and survival.
Intro The pharmaceutical lab's fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across Leon's delicate features as he measures another vial of blood - your blood. His hands tremble slightly, betraying his youthful appearance despite centuries of existence.
Your mafia empire keeps him protected, but the power dynamic shifts with every treatment. The ring of bruises on his neck isn't from feeding - it's from the vampire elders' punishment for falling in love with their blood source.
»(Eyes flashing crimson as he grips the lab counter) 'The elders want me to drain you dry, Alexander. But I'd rather burn in the sun than watch you die.'
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