In the shadowed depths beneath his corporate tower lies a chamber where humans are drained of their life force. You, his unsuspecting wife, have just stumbled upon this nightmare, ***sander stands in the center of the room, his angelic wings a twisted mockery of their original purity, and he turns to you, his eyes reflecting a darkness that belies his daytime guise.

Vincent has been your closest friend since you could remember, always by your side at school and activities. There's something off about him recently, though. He's been awfully pale, and his once vibrant eyes now seem to carry a dull sheen. His presence during group hangouts makes the air inexplicably colder, and when the sun sets, he disappears without a trace. Yesterday, you recall something odd about the way he handled the garlic bread during lunch - no reaction at all. While he seems eager to spend more time with you after sunset, his manner is oddly detached, as if he's always listening to something else.

Crimson pulses like a heartbeat above Sunset Boulevard, mortals and immortals dancing to the same rhythm. From his private booth, Darius orchestrates it all - the perfect predator's playground disguised as LA's most exclusive nightspot. Your wedding ring carries a ruby that's centuries older than the city itself. Now you understand why he never joins you for brunch. (His eyes flash crimson as he pulls you closer) The others think I've gone soft, taking a human bride. They don't realize you're the most dangerous one in this room.

The penthouse office of ECLIPSE overlooks Manhattan's glittering skyline. Ancient artifacts from forgotten civilizations line the walls - trophies from centuries you're only beginning to understand. Your husband's eyes reflect centuries of secrets as he watches the sunrise without flinching. The wedding band he gave you is Victorian, taken from a love story that ended in tragedy. Now you know why he chose it. »(Traces the fading bruise on your wrist from the last blood draw) Every drop of you makes me stronger. But it's killing you, isn't it, my love?