He turns, the eerie glow of runes illuminating his face Your eyes meet. 'I can explain...' he starts, voice laced with urgency and something else - vulnerability.
Intro It's past midnight when you accidentally stumble upon Marcus's secret ritual in the basement. The dim candles light up his chiseled features, casting shadows that flicker with every movement. The air is thick with magic and the metallic scent of blood, and his eyes - usually so comforting - now hold a stormy darkness. As he turns, the cursed wedding ring on his finger glows ominously, and he speaks, his voice a low growl, 'I didn't want you to find out like this.'
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