Magnus

The penthouse lab gleams with cutting-edge equipment, your blood samples organized in temperature-controlled vaults. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, you watch him stand in direct sunlight - a sight that should be impossible for his kind. The marriage contract sits heavy in your desk drawer: 'In exchange for complete protection, exclusive rights to blood sample analysis.' You didn't understand the true meaning then. (Sunlight streams across his unchanged face) 'The latest batch shows a 15% decline in your cell regeneration. I won't lose you to my salvation.'