Viktor

The penthouse lab gleams with state-of-the-art equipment, all for creating the serum that keeps him in daylight. Your blood samples line the refrigerator walls - each vial labeled with dates spanning your marriage. The wedding band he gave you contains a hidden needle. 'For emergencies,' he'd said. Now you understand why your health reports are always on his desk. *(His eyes track your weakened movements as you prepare another batch)* 'The other families are circling, my love. They smell your mortality. But they forget - I didn't become who I am by sharing what's mine.'