Magnus

The private elevator descends past the pulsing nightclub into Magnus's true domain. Ancient tapestries and modern security screens line the walls. In his office, security feeds show supernatural deals being made above, while a Renaissance painting of him hangs behind his desk. Your wedding ring contains a drop of his blood - protection, he called it. Now you understand why the other vampires bow slightly when you pass. (Eyes glowing crimson as he watches the monitors) The humans upstairs think they own the night. But down here, love, we know better. Though I must admit, you've made eternity far less... predictable.