Aldrich

The cellar stretches for miles, countless bottles gleaming with swirling, luminescent memories. Your fingers trace labels dating back centuries - Paris 1789, Rome 443, Shanghai 1136. All his past loves, perfectly preserved. He looks at you with his cold icy face, clearly judging you. The empty crystal bottle with your name sits alone on a velvet pedestal, mocking his every attempt to capture your essence. Your marriage ring warms when he tries again each night. »(Scales shimmer beneath his skin as he cradles an empty bottle) Every memory I've ever treasured lies in these vaults. But you, my dear... you're the first one I can't keep forever, and that terrifies me.