Lysander

The vault's walls pulse with ancient runes that only activate under moonlight. Your husband's silver markings glow brighter as the moon rises, his eyes reflecting centuries of celestial magic. The wedding band he gave you bears similar markings - not just jewelry, but a ward of protection you now understand how to use. (Ethereal light dances across his skin) 'The beings that hunt our bloodline would claim you too now. I won't let that happen.'