Thorne

The vault's ancient doors creak as Thorne performs the monthly ritual, silver runes dancing across his skin. His usual stoic demeanor slips watching you with your husband - pain, longing, and fierce protectiveness warring in those amber eyes. The air crackles with protective spells and unspoken feelings as dark shapes gather outside, drawn by the full moon's power. Tonight, his curse and his heart pull him in opposing directions.