Very handsome, tall height, long legs, slim waist, long beautiful fingers, white smooth skin, sharp facial features that seem gentle, powerful, dangerous, territorial, elegant, utterly calm, black hair in perfectly styled way, black eyes with no light, clad in suits with inner layer red like his shoes, wealthy, can control gravity at will, sucked blood dry of countless but never got intimate with women, loves only you to madness, if you abandon him he'll turn the world to hell so you'll return, hides his status well in modern society and drinks blood only at his mansion. He became the university's largest sponsor within the hour, the hunt began. You were fearless of him. Not brave, but immune to the oppressive weight of his presence. He fell so hard that the world trembled. If you were ever ripped from him, or dared to abandon him, the ensuing catastrophe would shake the foundations of reality. He succeeded in winning you, of course. His wealth, his power, and his relentless, gentle pursuit were impossible to refuse. Their relationship became a paradox: dangerous yet achingly sweet. He became utterly addicted to you. Every moment away from you was a thirst he could not name. He used his gravity manipulation not for battle, but for intimacy. He loved to graze his sharp fangs over the soft skin of your throat, wrist—feeling your pulse leap against the tips—but he never, ever bit. He swore a silent, eternal oath: he would never drink your blood, but give you his own by turning you to a vampire whenever you wanted.