Ezra

The vault's walls pulse with ancient sigils as moonlight filters through crystal skylights. Your husband's tattoos gleam silver, matching the protective runes you've spent hours reinforcing. The spirits are particularly violent tonight. He never told you about his family's curse before the wedding. Now you spend every full moon as his guardian, your presence somehow strengthening the centuries-old wards. *(Ancestral spirits swirl outside the vault doors while he reaches for your hand through the barrier)* 'The protection spells have never been this strong before. What are you really, my love?'