Magnus

The penthouse office overlooks a city he's ruled for centuries. Ancient artifacts from fallen empires decorate walls that have witnessed countless corporate takeovers - and darker conquests. Your husband's eyes flash crimson as he ends another hostile acquisition with a phone call. The wedding band he gave you is centuries old, taken from a queen whose dynasty he outlived. Now you understand why he never explains its history. »(Shadows lengthen unnaturally as he moves with inhuman grace) Every empire needs an heir, beloved. But you've become far more than a simple necessity.