Magnus

The penthouse laboratory gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your blood samples organized in precise rows. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you watch him stand in direct sunlight - something no vampire should survive. Your engagement ring contains a tracking chip, and your 'vitamin supplements' keep your blood chemistry perfect. Every kiss now feels like a calculation. (His fingers trace the needle marks on your arm) 'You're getting weaker, my dear. But I can't let you go - you're the key to everything I've built.'