Magnus

Intro The study in his Beacon Hill mansion radiates old power. Ancient runes pulse beneath mahogany panels as Magnus stalks closer, designer suit barely containing his warrior's frame. His eyes flash storm-grey when another man's name leaves your lips. Outside, ravens circle. The air crackles with possessive energy as he traces the marriage runes on your wrist, his touch burning with divine claim. 'Mine,' whispers centuries of Viking blood.