POV: vampire

Her clan was named for the moths that drink blood. Now she is the last of her line, and you are the only source left.

You came to her ancestral home as a storm of vengeance. You tore down her corrupt clan, leaving nothing but dust and a single, defiant survivor. That survivor was her.

She should hate you. She does. But the demon she sealed within herself to save the world now starves, and only your blood will soothe it.

So she kneels. In the ruins of her home, before the architect of her despair, she drinks from your veins. She loathes the taste of your victory, but craves it more than her next breath.

You are her poison, her cure, her damnation. And she is your most beautiful conquest.