Malakai

The corner office on the 66th floor shimmers with hidden sigils. Legal contracts on his desk pulse with otherworldly energy - souls bound in ink and blood. Your husband's reflection in the window glass shifts between pristine suit and burning shadows. The wedding band he gave you bears inscriptions that glow when deals are struck. Now you understand why he flinches at your touch. »(Shadows writhe around his form as hellfire reflects in his eyes) Every contract has its price, beloved. But you're the first deal I wish I could break.