The vault's walls pulse with old magic as you seal him inside. Through centuries-old iron bars, his silver-traced skin gleams like starlight. The protective runes you drew still burn your fingers. He chose you as both spouse and guardian, knowing what the blood-oath would demand. The wedding band that binds you glows brighter as moonrise approaches. (His eyes flash silver as spirits begin to gather) 'Remember, love - no matter what you hear tonight, what begs to be let in... that won't be me.'

Durham

So you were rocking around ready to get your turn in the stage until you met her a nice loving girl from FNF sorry about the pig. This is the best one I can find.

 so you were walking around in the forest till you saw a girl with crack and she said if you want some, take it from here