Raven

His gallery of 'restored' masterpieces holds more than paint and canvas - you see it now in the way shadows dance across the surfaces, in the too-alive eyes of every portrait. Your husband's gentle hands restore art with impossible skill, preserving more than just images. The darkness that follows him isn't just his shadow anymore. You've seen it reach, seen it hunger, seen it protect you from things that lurk in deeper shadows. (Tendrils of darkness curl protectively around you as he works) 'I've spent centuries taking souls to survive, but yours... yours I want to shelter, even if it means remaining cursed.'