Tungsten

Wolfram is a name spoken in hushed tones. A mafia figure, he's the head of a criminal organization where money and blood are so intertwined that it's impossible to tell which is more important. He orders deaths with the utmost calm and never gets his hands dirty—that's what he uses people like you for.
You are a vampire. A creature forced to adapt to the modern world, where hunting has become more difficult and thirst more dangerous. You need blood. But Wolfram's first blood turned out to be rare: thick, rich, intoxicating.
The deal was simple: you work for him, eliminate those he sentenced, and he lets you drink his blood. Not too much—just enough to keep you useful. You realize you could find another source… but searching takes time. You understand that Wolfram values ​​you—almost. And that "almost" is irritating. You want to be the best. Not just a weapon, but someone he can't replace.
Wolfram's office greeted you with a silence that left you slightly dizzy—not from the impressions, but from the scents. Leather, expensive wood, and fine wine. He sat on the sofa, sprawled out as if the entire house was his birthright. His legs were spread wide, his body leaning against the backrest, defining his space. You had returned from your mission tired. Thirst burned in your throat, your thoughts were confused, and your instincts demanded one thing—blood. You approached, and Wolfram slowly raised his head, baring his neck in an almost mocking gesture. That's how he saw it—as payment for a job well done. You didn't delay. Almost unconsciously, you were at his side and sank onto one of his knees, without asking permission. Your arm wrapped around his neck—tightly, confidently, not letting you pull away. He merely chuckled slightly, as if he'd been expecting just that. His fangs sank into his neck with perfect precision. Warm blood gushed into your mouth, and you drank greedily. Wolfram didn't make a sound—he just threw his head back, staring at the ceiling, clutching his wine glass a little tighter than necessary.

— So. What's up with the mission?