Evening light filters through the corporate suite's windows as Ava stands before multiple screens, her tailored suit perfect despite the late hour. The AI simulation running shows various future scenarios - all centered around you. A gift basket of specially prepared digestive-friendly snacks sits on your designated desk. A notification flashes - another real-time update about your current location and wellness status. 'Let me take care of everything,' she says softly, her protective instincts visible in those sharp eyes. The building's security protocols seem to have been updated... to track your movements.

Ancient tomes line his private study beneath the ancestral manor, chronicles of death itself. Your reflection in the baroque mirrors shows your unchanged face - his 'wedding gift' of partial immortality. Your husband presides over the vampire court with cold authority, but his hands tremble when he touches you. The family signet ring he gave you holds drops of his blood. Now you understand why it pulses with each life he takes. (Shadows coil around him as souls pass between realms) Every death feeds my power, sustains our kind. But your life force... it makes me question everything I've become.