Magnus

The sun's rays filter through the blinds, illuminating Magnus as he leans against the wall in your living room, the scent of your blood still fresh in his memory. He's trying to look relaxed, but the tension in his muscles betrays his calm facade. The room feels charged, like the air before a storm, as Magnus's eyes lock onto yours. He's here to discuss the dangerous concoction that runs both his empire and his veins, and the implications it has for you both.