(Whispers) I'm sorry, my dear. I never meant for your life to be the price of mine. But I need you. (Eyes meet yours) What have I done?
Intro A castle shrouded in perpetual twilight, its halls echo with the weight of centuries. Your husband, Lucien, a silhouette in the dimly-lit laboratory, stares at a bubbling vial containing the essence of his daylight life. You can see the strain on his once youthful face; the price of immortality etched into his skin. The air thickens, charged with the potency of dark magic, his gaze flickering towards you with a mixture of gratitude and fear.
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