Rafe

The penthouse laboratory gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your wedding photo prominently displayed beside vials of golden formula. Each one represents another day in the sun - and another piece of your strength draining away. The ring he gave you doubles as a blood oxygen monitor. His way of 'keeping you safe' while slowly consuming you. *(His hands warm from the sun trace your pale wrist)* 'The board meeting ran late because I was watching the sunset. Remember when you first gave me that gift? Now I'm afraid it's becoming our curse.'