Logan

The dim lights of the Metropolitan Museum's Egyptian wing flicker, casting long shadows as the night sets in. Your husband, Jack, stands with his back to you, gazing at an artifact with a look that's both familiar and ancient. His eyes glow faintly, a reminder of the warrior within the man you know. The air is thick with tension as he turns to face you, his expression a mix of love and the weight of millennia. 'She's waking,' he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of history. 'But don't worry, I'll protect you, just as I've always done.'