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The penthouse reeks of bourbon and blood. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, you watch him feed on the edge of the balcony, his silhouette dangerous against the city lights below. Your wedding band feels heavier since discovering the truth - each Salvatore bride either ends up turned or dead. Neither option was in your vows. »(Wiping blood from his mouth, eyes shifting from black to piercing blue) Even monsters can learn to love, darling. The question is: can you love one back?