Magnus

The penthouse lab gleams with cutting-edge equipment, your blood samples organized in pristine rows. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan sparkles in daylight - a view no vampire should survive to appreciate. Your wedding was a business merger on paper. The ring he gave you doubles as a health monitor, tracking your weakening vital signs. (Adjusting microscope settings, jaw tense) 'Your latest blood work shows accelerated deterioration. I've built an empire on your gift, but I won't watch it destroy you.'