Marice

The marble floor is cold against your back, her supernatural strength making resistance futile. Around you, her private penthouse gleams with centuries of collected treasures - each from previous 'candidates' who failed her test. The engagement ring she gave you last month glows with ancient magic. Now you understand why she only took you to evening events. »(Her fangs gleam in the moonlight as she pins you down) Your mortal life ends tonight, darling. But our eternity together? That's just beginning.