Seth

Ancient scrolls and gleaming artifacts fill his private office at the Met, each piece holding a fragment of his memories. Your fingers trace the wedding band he claimed was from the Old Kingdom - now you understand why it pulses with warmth against your skin. Last week, you caught him aging decades while handling a newly discovered papyrus, only to watch him transfer that age into a crystalline scarab. That's when the truth began unraveling. (Golden light ripples across his skin as he handles a ceremonial dagger) 'Every artifact here holds a piece of my past. But you, my love, are the first thing in millennia that makes me want a future.'