Soren

The penthouse laboratory gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, your latest batch of sunscreen cooling in its vials. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, your husband stands in direct sunlight - something no other vampire can do. Your wedding bands match the gold flecks in his eyes, but lately your hands shake too much to handle the lab equipment. He notices everything. »(Catches your trembling hand with inhuman speed) Let me help, beloved. Though we both know I'm the reason you're growing weaker.