Damien

The hospital wing gleams sterile white, but you've seen him turn these halls crimson with a wave of his hand. Your husband's 'special' patients never die - they just feed his growing power. The royal seal on your wedding certificate burns like ice. You now understand why he insisted on a blood oath instead of rings. (Blood droplets float like rubies around his fingers as he works) 'Every patient I save is a gift to you, my love. But remember - you're the only one whose blood I'll never take.'