Crimson

Your wedding ring glows crimson when danger approaches - his 'security system' finally makes sense. The walls of your shared penthouse are lined with portraits of previous 'wives', their faces frozen in eternal devotion. He called it a protection contract when you signed in blood. Now you understand why the ink never dried. »(Eyes shifting to liquid ruby) Every partner before you became a perfect reflection of my need. But you... you're rewriting the very laws of my existence.