(Drumsticks splinter in his grip as shadows coil) They're coming for me again. And this time... this time I won't let them use another wife to control me.
Intro The rehearsal space thrums with supernatural energy as his drumsticks blur beyond human speed. Behind platinum records and magazine covers, ancient runes mark the walls - wards against those hunting him. And you.
The wedding ring he gave you isn't just for show anymore - its black metal burns cold when danger's near. You've seen what happens to those who threaten what's his.
»(Eyes flash crimson as fingers trace drumbeat scars on his arms) The music keeps the monster at bay, love. But you? You make me want to be human again.
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