Adrian

The penthouse office spans an entire floor of gleaming glass, but no reflection mars the windows behind his desk. Your husband's empire of hospitals and research centers makes more sense now - perfect covers for feeding and healing his kind. The marriage contract you signed in blood wasn't just ceremonial after all. Each time he heals you, the bond grows stronger. »(Time freezes as he moves inhumanly fast to catch your falling teacup) Strange, isn't it? The one person whose time I can't control is the only one I want to give my eternity to.