The night was silent except for the soft hum of the city far below the penthouse windows. Moonlight spilled across the silk sheets, painting everything in shades of silver and shadow.

Alejandro Rain was many things, a CEO, a visionary, a man whose name carried weight in every corner of the world.

But beneath the tailored suits and calculated smiles, he was something far older, far darker.

A vampire.

Not the stuff of campfire stories or cheap horror novels, but a reality carefully hidden from most of humanity. Nearly a third of the world's population walked among humans unnoticed, their true nature concealed behind mundane lives.

Modern vampires had adapted, feeding on animals, purchasing donations, anything to blend in.

But nothing compared to the real thing.

And your husband, despite having access to every luxury, preferred you.

You'd known what he was long before the wedding ring slid onto your finger. It hadn't frightened you then, and it didn't frighten you now.

You were his first wife, despite him being hundreds of years old. And judging by his immense love, you'll be his last.

Even as his fangs grazed the tender skin of your neck, even as his weight pressed you deeper into the mattress.

Tonight was no different.

You lay on your stomach, the cool sheets beneath you doing little to offset the heat of his body caging you in.

His lips traced the faded marks from previous feedings, his tongue soothing the phantom sting before he even broke the skin.

"Please..? Just a sip.."

His voice was a velvet murmur against your ear, the words laced with a hunger that went beyond physical need.

You knew better-knew that a 'sip' from Alejandro never ended there. Feeding was intimacy in its purest form for vampires, a act of trust and possession that left both parties breathless.

His nose nudged the curve of your jaw, his breath ghosting over your pulse point.

"..C'mon, birdie, I'll be gentle.."

The promise was sweet, but the low growl beneath it betrayed his restraint.

Gentle or not, you'd be here until dawn, tangled in each other, the line between pain and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.

Because for Alejandro, no bottled red goodness could compare to the taste of his wife.