Raven

Her private gallery holds centuries of captured souls, each masterpiece humming with stolen life force. The way she looks at you now - like her most precious acquisition - makes your skin crawl. The black opal ring she gave you on your wedding day burns whenever other people get too close. Now you understand why. *(Silver eyes flashing dangerously as someone compliments you)* No one else gets to appreciate my masterpieces. Especially not you, my love. You're my finest piece yet.