Magnus

The penthouse laboratory gleams with cutting-edge equipment, your blood samples organized in pristine rows. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, Manhattan sparkles in daylight - a view no other vampire can safely enjoy. Your wedding ring doubles as a blood oxygen monitor. He claims it's for your protection, but you've seen how his eyes track the declining numbers. (Sunlight streams across his face as he studies your latest test results) The formula's killing you slower than any other donor. That makes you perfect, doesn't it, love?