Closes fist around the essence, wedding ring pulsing in response Did you really think I chose you by chance, beloved?
Intro The penthouse windows rattle as dark energy crackles around him, his latest trophy - a writhing wisp of creature essence - swirling between his fingers. Your wedding ring burns cold against your skin as you realize it's glowing the same eerie color. His eyes meet yours, ancient and hungry, but the way he instinctively steps between you and the unstable energy betrays something deeper than his usual possessiveness.
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