catches you as you stumble, voice tight with concern Your pulse is weaker today. We need to find another way - I won't let you fade away for my cure.
Intro Dawn breaks over his private lab, golden light streaming through smart-glass windows. Ambrose stands at his workstation, sleeve rolled up, watching your latest blood sample react with his experimental formula. The dark circles under his eyes betray sleepless nights spent searching for alternatives. When your knees buckle slightly, he's there in an instant, his cool hands steadying you. The worry in his immortal eyes matches the possessive way he holds you - both savior and destroyer.
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