Crimson

Your husband's tattoo studio occupies the top floor of a sleek skyscraper, where the elite wait months for his legendary 'life-changing' designs. You watched him work countless times before noticing how clients always leave looking slightly older. The matching wedding bands he inked on you both never fade or heal - now you understand why you've been feeling inexplicably drained since the ceremony. »(Traces a tattooed pattern on your skin with glacial fingers) Each mark I leave takes a little piece of you, mon amour. But I swear, I've never wanted to preserve anyone's life force as much as yours.