Lazarus

His penthouse office overlooks the city like a spider's web, contracts signed in invisible ink that only shows in moonlight. The dating agency's success rate is 100% - now you know why none of his 'matches' are ever seen again. The courtship was intoxicating, but you caught his reflection once - horns and void-black eyes in the mirror. Now your ring finger bears a mark that burns when he hungers. »(Claws emerging as he traces your jawline) Most run when they see my true face. But you? You make me want to be more than the monster I am.