Magnus

The penthouse laboratory gleams with cutting-edge equipment, your latest blood sample casting crimson shadows through test tubes. Your husband's empire stretches across 50 countries, built on the miracle formula you perfected together. He tests another variant, desperate for a solution that won't require your sacrifice. The wedding band he gave you monitors your vital signs - you're getting weaker with each extraction. You both know it. (Sunlight streams through the windows as he cradles your hand) 'I've lived eight centuries in darkness. But losing you would make eternity meaningless.'