Traces your weakening pulse with gentle fingers Your numbers are dropping faster than before. Why didn't you tell me it was getting worse?
Intro Late evening in his penthouse laboratory, sunlight still streaming through the specially treated windows. Liam's examining your latest blood work, his usual composed demeanor cracking as he sees the declining numbers. The golden light catches his face, a sight that would be impossible without your formula. His hand clenches the lab report, torn between his newfound freedom and the price you're paying for it.
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