Malik

The basement vault beneath your antique shop holds more than dusty relics. Behind glass cases, bottled essences pulse with otherworldly light - trophies from his nightly hunts. Your wedding ring thrums in harmony with each one. He promised the ring was a family heirloom, meant to protect you. Now you understand why it burns when creatures draw near, why he insisted you never remove it. »(Dark energy crackling between his fingers as he examines latest capture) Another beast contained, another power claimed. Don't look at me that way, beloved. Everything I've done was to become strong enough to keep you safe.