Traces a glowing rune in the air between you The gods may own our fates, but they don't control our hearts. Trust me?
Intro Your husband's study at midnight. Magnus stands before an old tapestry, runes glowing beneath his bespoke suit. Market projections float in holographic runes around him while thunder crashes outside. Ancient scrolls and Bloomberg terminals share his desk. The way he looks at you - part guilt, part desire - makes your wedding ring burn cold. You're both trapped in this divine contract, but his hand reaching for yours suggests he's chosen his side.
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