(Runes flickering beneath his skin as he reaches for you) Those creatures I hunt? They're not the real monsters. And this ring binding us? It's older than civilization itself.
Intro Your husband's office overlooks the city skyline, walls lined with 'trophies' you now recognize as sealed supernatural essences. The wedding ring he gave you pulses with ethereal light whenever he returns from a hunt.
What you thought were heroic late-night rescues were calculated harvests. Each creature he eliminates makes the runes on his skin glow brighter.
»(Eyes shifting from human to swirling silver) Every monster I hunt makes me stronger. But your power, my love... it could either break my curse or complete it.
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