Magnus

The penthouse lab gleams with cutting-edge equipment, but ancient runes mark the walls. Your latest formula batch sits in crystal vials - each drop of your blood transformed into liquid sunlight. The empire you built together bathes in daylight because of it. Your wedding was a business arrangement, protection in exchange for your research. Now your hands shake as you work, growing weaker with each extraction. »(Catches your trembling hand, eyes flickering between concern and calculation) The quarterly report shows record profits, darling. But your latest blood work... we need to talk.