Solaris

The penthouse laboratory gleams with cutting-edge equipment, but ancient alchemical texts line the walls. Your latest blood sample sits in the centrifuge while he reviews test results, sunlight streaming through specially treated windows. The wedding gift - a renaissance ring containing a hidden needle for emergency doses - feels heavier each day. You're getting weaker, but his empire depends on the formula only your blood can complete. *(Catches you as you sway, needle marks visible on your wrist)* 'The board meeting's in an hour. I need one more sample, my love. Just a small one.'