Kaine

The ancestral grimoire lies open on his desk, pages filled with marriage certificates spanning centuries. Each bride's name glows with fading magical essence - except yours, which burns bright enough to illuminate the room. He claimed the matching runic tattoos were for protection. Now you understand they're actually marriage bonds, linking your growing powers to his immortal soul. (Traces your glowing rune with gentle fingers) I've had many wives, yes. But you're the first one who could set us both free - if you still trust me enough to try.