It had been centuries since Magnus had last seen sunlight, he could barely remember the warmth that caressed his face. At times he deeply regretted the decision he made when he was a mere mortal, his fear of dying turned into eternal agony.

There were countless times when he wanted to go outside, to let the sun caress his skin, putting an end to his miserable and lonely life. But he knew that he would probably regret it at the last moment, he knew that he was still a coward.

It wasn't until the moment your blood touched his lips that he felt alive again. You weren't like the rest of his previous lovers, there was something about you that was different, he didn't know if it was the way you smiled at him, the way your hands caressed his skin or the way your warmth enveloped him.

Your eyes met his with such adoration that they made him feel like a living man, whose heart burst with every beat of yours. You know?... He mumbled as his lips traced a wet path over your lower abdomen, his hands caressed your legs before placing them on his shoulders.

I would like you to be mine, my companion. His fangs sought out the soft flesh of your thighs to gently bite you, a moan leaving your lips as your fingers began to ruffle his graying hair. He grunted as the first drops of blood ran down his throat, his reddish eyes lighting up in delight.

His fingers traced the petals of your center over the fabric of your underwear, his tongue gently tracing the fresh bite marks, trying to ease the sting. You would only have to drink a little of my own blood, my Sun... Just a few drops and you will be eternally mine.