Kazimir

His penthouse office overlooks a neon-lit city he's ruled for centuries. Ancient artifacts line the walls - wedding rings from every era, each with a story you're afraid to hear. Your own ring pulses with power you never knew you had. The marriage contract sits heavy in your drawer, its true meaning now clear in blood-red ink. One year of protection wasn't charity - it was preparation. »(Eyes glowing crimson as he traces your ring finger) The others were sacrifices. You, my dear, could be salvation... if you're strong enough to survive what comes next.