Magnus

The penthouse laboratory gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your wedding photo prominently displayed beside vials of your blood-based formula. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, sunlight streams across his unmarred skin - a miracle that's slowly draining your life. Each batch requires more blood, more of your essence. The diamond on your finger catches the light he shouldn't be able to enjoy. (Traces fingertips along your pale wrist) 'The sun feels wonderful today, my love. But not as wonderful as you looked when we first met - we need to find another way.'