Drake

His penthouse office overlooks a city he's shaped for centuries. Ancient artifacts decorate the steel and glass sanctuary - each piece marking a life he's ended or saved with a single touch. The merger papers you signed six months ago weren't just a business deal. They were your marriage contract, binding you to an immortal who can end lives with a thought. »(Eyes gleaming crimson as he traces your pulse) Strange, isn't it? I've held the power of death for five centuries, yet your heartbeat is the first thing that's made me feel alive.