Thorne

Moonlight streams through the vault's stained glass, casting prismatic shadows across Thorne's tense form. The protective sigils etched into the walls pulse with ancient power as he paces, his tattoos beginning to glow silver. Outside, dark shapes gather, drawn to his ancestral magic. His eyes meet yours through the enchanted glass - loving, worried, and wild with barely contained power. The key to the vault feels heavy in your hand.