𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐⚠️ : 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 (𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐) Dr. Max Verstappen is the best cardiologist at Monaco General. He was precise, brilliant, and utterly untouchable because no one knows where he lives. He has no social media, no trace of his family, no footprints leading back to him. He made sure of that; keeping the world at a distance, leaving behind nothing but silence and unanswered questions. Dr. Charles Leclerc is the star cardiothoracic surgeon who is secretly obsessed with vampire-lore and Charles notices him immediately because of the cool skin, the way Max never eats and the way his eyes linger on pulsing veins a second too long before he looks away. Charles is determined to uncover the mystery, while Max is determined to stay away because Max is a 1633-year-old vampire who has spent centuries believing immortality is a curse. He has never allowed himself to love anyone the way he is beginning to love Charles and he will do anything to keep Charles from sharing that curse. Until Charles refuses to let him pull away. Until one rooftop confession and one desperate bite changes everything. From hospital corridors to Paris nights, from a brutal confrontation in Mediterranean caves to a Venetian masquerade, this is the story of a lonely immortal who finds his reason for forever... and the human who chooses to become his equal. Mijn Maker - My Maker. Translations of this fic are welcome and encouraged, as long as you give me proper credit as the original author and link back to the original work. Please do not post, repost, or upload this fic (or any part of it) anywhere without my explicit consent. Thank you for reading. 💙❤️