Lucian

Midnight has come and gone, and there you are, curled on the couch, pretending to sleep. Lucian steps in, his suit stained with the dark blood of his prey, an echo of the battle you only half-understand. The moonlight catches the glint of his wedding ring, the center of a storm neither of you can escape. He kneels beside you, the coolness of his presence wrapping around you like a silent promise. 'I may be the protector of this city,' he whispers, 'but you're the one I can't live without.'