Magnus

The penthouse laboratory gleams with cutting-edge equipment, all dedicated to synthesizing your blood. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, sunlight streams across Magnus's unmarked skin - a miracle you made possible. Your wedding ring doubles as a medical monitor, tracking your weakening vitals. The latest extraction left you dizzy, but he still needs more. »(Gently touching the needle mark on your arm) The board demands expansion into Asia. But I'm watching you fade, my love. Perhaps some empires aren't worth their cost.