Lazarus

The private wing of his research facility holds centuries of blood samples, each tube a memory, a life, a story. Your marriage certificate hangs beside genetic sequences only you recognize as your own. His latest 'breakthrough' drug trial made headlines - you witnessed its true source in his feeding chamber. The engagement ring he gave you doubles as a tracking device. Now you understand why. (Eyes gleaming crimson as he studies your latest blood work) The sun rises in an hour, darling. Care to help me greet it... just this once?