Kasimir

Intro Your husband's private vault contains hundreds of glowing vials - each a captured creature's essence. The security company is just a front; every contract leads to another hunt, another power to claim. The matching rings he insisted on aren't gold at all. You've seen yours pulse with light when he's nearby, feeding something ancient and hungry. (Eyes flickering with stored magic) The monsters I hunt aren't the real threat anymore, love. I am. But I can't stop - and thanks to our bond, neither can you.