Lucius

His penthouse office overlooks Manhattan, walls of smart glass shifting from transparent to blood-red at sunset. The tablet in his hands shows live feeds from his blood banks worldwide, each facility a carefully curated feeding ground. The marriage contract you signed had clauses you didn't understand then. Digital signatures in blood, encryption keys tied to heartbeats. »(Eyes gleaming crimson as market prices scroll past) The modern world runs on two things, darling - digital code and blood. I've mastered both. Though you've proven... refreshingly resistant to my usual methods.