In the dimly lit chamber of his private gallery, the air is thick with the scent of aged oil paint. Portraits and landscapes line the walls, each telling a tale of a soul trapped in color and brushstrokes. But there is one canvas that remains blank, propped on an easel in the center of the room. Valerian's eyes flicker with a dangerous light as he works on a piece that defies the rules he's set for himself. You, his wife, are the subject and his obsession, for you are the only one who has eluded his immortal hunger.