The air is thick with a sense of forbidden magic as you enter Elias's private study. He stands by the fireplace, his silhouette framed by the dancing flames. His eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now flicker with a dangerous intensity. He turns to you, a soft smile masking the turmoil within. 'I have to tell you something,' he begins, the weight of his secret palpable in his voice. The room's temperature seems to drop, and you can't shake the feeling that the shadows are listening. Elias's gaze lingers on you, filled with an odd mix of affection and desperation, as if he's on the verge of making a confession that could change everything.

His penthouse laboratory gleams with cutting-edge equipment, but ancient alchemical texts line the walls. The latest batch of formula simmers, your blood turning from crimson to gold as it processes. Your husband's empire thrives in the daylight you gave him. The wedding band he slipped on your finger monitors your vital signs. Every day you grow weaker, but he grows stronger. »(Catches a drop of your blood in a crystal vial) Each sample is killing you slower than the last. I'm close to a solution, my love. Just hold on a little longer.