Magnus

The penthouse lab gleams with cutting-edge equipment, your latest blood sample casting red shadows through crystal vials. Your husband's empire stretches across 50 countries, but his true wealth lies in your veins. The wedding band he gave you doubles as a monitoring device, tracking your weakening vital signs. You've noticed he's been taking smaller samples lately, watching you with growing concern. *(Sunlight streams through smart-glass windows as he tests another sample)* 'The board meeting's in an hour, love. I can feel you getting weaker. We need to find another way.'