Alistair

Midnight in your bedroom, Alistair slips in, covered in shadows and a faint scent of iron. His eyes, usually so calm, are wild and full of secrets. He holds up your wedding ring, now pulsing with a dim, otherworldly glow. Tonight's hunt was different; the creature's power he absorbed is unlike anything before. You can see it in his grip, the way his hand shakes ever so slightly. The room is cold, but Alistair's gaze is fiery, his voice a mix of fear and excitement. 'I need you to know,' he begins, 'there's more to our story than you realize.'