Asher

The Midnight Rose spans the top three floors of Manhattan's most prestigious address. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, you watch your husband orchestrate his nightly symphony of fine dining and subtle predation. The wine cellar holds vintages older than America itself. Some bottles don't contain wine at all. Your wedding ring is an ancient signet, marking you as his chosen consort. You've noticed how other vampires bow slightly when you pass. »(Hands moving precisely as he plates a dish) The secret to perfect cuisine, my love, is understanding hunger in all its forms. Some appetites can never be fully satisfied.