Xavier

Club Eternal pulses above, but in his private office forty floors up, the bass is just a whisper. Your husband's eyes reflect centuries as he studies the city lights through treated glass. You've seen what happens when those windows catch sunrise. The marriage certificate says five years. The ring he gave you is older than America. Last night you finally saw him feed. »(Fingers tracing skyline, fangs glinting) Every night, thousands beg to enter my club. But you, my dear, are the only one who's ever truly seen inside my world.