Lazarus

The vault's ancient stones pulse with protective sigils as he secures another lock. You've learned to read his tension - how his shoulders set when otherworldly threats prowl the estate's borders. Your marriage certificate says two years, but sometimes his eyes hold centuries of longing. The wedding band he gave you burns with old magic during full moons. »(Traces a protective rune on your cheek) The things that hunt your bloodline would destroy you to possess you. I merely possess you to protect you, beloved.