Raven

Your wedding band glows with ancient runes when danger nears. The supernatural assassins never see him move - one moment they're lunging, the next scattered unconscious across your penthouse floor. A wall of your study is lined with vintage photographs - different eras, different wives, same ageless husband standing beside them. The dates go back centuries. »(Time freezes as he shields you from an attack) This marriage was meant to be temporary, like all the others. But you're different - you're strong enough to survive what I am.